Blog 128 Elderly???

wishes for the season,
be it Merry Christmas, seasons greetings, Happy Hannukah, or any other religious or other greeting you might enjoy hearing this season. Let’s all be jolly despite a less than glorious year.

Who is elderly?
I have never considered myself elderly! Have you? I know I am a senior citizen, getting (a) older and better, (b) crotchety and grumpy, (c) wiser and experienced (d) all or none of the above. But elderly?

But there is an advantage to being classified as elderly…we are high priority on the list to get the vaccine because we are high risk. That is a comfort, a blessing, and a mistake all at the same time. Following our caregivers and first responders, it seems to me that our military active duty should be high on the list. Perhaps they are, with distribution and administration managed by themselves. The military certainly has done a far better job than the civilian world in containing the virus.

In the mail today, here is a thoughtful little item called “Afterwards”

Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.

Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.

… and the month is already over.

… and the year is almost over.

… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.

… and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.

and we realize it’s too late to go back…

So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time…

Let’s keep looking for activities that we like…

Let’s put some color in our grey…

Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.

And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the “afters”…

I’m doing it after…

I’ll say after…

I’ll think about it after…

We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.

Because what we don’t understand is that:

Afterwards, the coffee gets cold…

Afterwards, priorities change…

Afterwards, the charm is broken…

Afterwards, health passes…

Afterwards, the kids grow up…

Afterwards parents get old…

Afterwards, promises are forgotten…

Afterwards, the day becomes the night…

Afterwards life ends…

And then it’s often too late….

So… Let’s leave nothing for later…

Because still waiting for later, we can lose the best moments,

the best experiences,

best friends,

the best family…

The day is today… The moment is now…

And on the lighter side, here are few funnies:

Nurse to admitting a patient to the doctor’s office: Your appointment with the doctor is at 10AM. The doctor’s appointment with you is at 11AM.

How true. It reminds me that the last time I saw a particular doctor at the hearing clinic. I had finished all the preliminaries and sat waiting 40 minutes for him to come in for the three-minute visit (so he could add some other charge to the bill, I feel certain). When he finally arrived, I chastised him and advised that my time is as valuable as his. He did not say a lot, but when he scheduled the next appointment, it was with one of his assistants. I have not been back.

To keep you smiling a few observations…

If you help someone when they’re in here are trouble – they will remember you when they’re in trouble again.

Alcohol does not solve any problems – but then, neither does milk.

I think all politicians should wear uniforms. You know, like NASCAR drivers, so we could identify their corporate sponsors.

 Also, all politicians should serve only two terms — one in office and one in prison.

Remembering more teachers.
Who remembers Miss Berta George, the history teacher? I was in her class for World History I. I don’t remember a lot about the course, except for one thing that she thought was exceptionally important. Something she mentioned over and over was the law of primogeniture. Who knows what that is? Here is the definition from the web: the state of being the firstborn child.

• the right of succession belonging to the firstborn child, especially the feudal rule by which the whole real estate of an intestate passed to the eldest son.
  

The other recall about Miss George came from Betty Ann Canfield
in her class history response, which was, “I was a straight A student, except for one “B”. Miss George gave me a “B” in world history. I am still mad.” (This was 60 years later.)

Another history teacher was Miss Wolfe. I don’t recall her as particularly dynamic. In fact, all I remember about her is that her first name was Ximena. Don’t parents do weird things when naming their offspring?

Some of the teachers were assigned outside their area. I recall that Mrs. Willingham
struggled teaching an algebra class and later taught textiles. Mrs. Worden
taught English when I was in her class and later was doing history.

Maybe some more next time. Any readers can certainly add memories.

And a few photos from years past.

Patsy Brown Hutchinson

Who remembers that Patsy married Louis Hutchingson in an airplane whilce circling the city? I heard that the small plane had room for the two of them, the preacher, and the pilot. It was in the newspaper at the time.

             

Ofelia Villerreal Siordio          Marsha Pittman               Don Martin

         

Elizabeth Clemons Wright     Carolyn Taylor Cochrum

         

          Rock Mogas                 Esther Whitt Nelson      Larry Byrd

Take care all, and if you are travelling over the holidays, travel carefully and stay safe, so you can return and focus on now, rather than later and after.