Senior Citizens
When you find you're being counted as a "SENIOR CITIZEN", you will see yourself in many of these cute little stories, poems and quotes that I have gathered from the web and from friends. Since I am now approaching what they laughingly call those "Golden Years", I identify with many of these points, much more than is comfortable I tell you. (grin) I hope that you enjoy some of what follows. If you have anything you would like to submit for this page, please feel free to e-mail it to me. All I ask is that it be clean!
I'm A Senior Citizen!
I'm the life of the Party--even if it lasts until 8 P.M.
I'm very good at opening child proof caps with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I'm going.
I'm good on a trip for at least an hour without my aspirin, bean, anti-acid,---
I'm the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.
I'm smiling all the time you're talking because I can't hear a word you're saying.
I'm very good at telling stories over, and over and over and over--
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not as bright as mine.
I'm so cared for: long term care, eye care, private care, dental care---
I'm not grouchy. I just don't like crowds, traffic, waiting, children, politics---
I'm positive I did homework correctly before my mate retired.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg!
I'm having trouble remembering simple words like--------?
I'm now spending more time with my pillows than with my mate.
I'm realizing that aging is not for SISSIES.
I'm anti-everything now! Anti-fat, anti-smoke, anti-noise, anti-inflammatory---
I'm walking more (to the bathroon) and enjoying it less.
I'm going to revel what goes on behind closed doors-absolutely nothing!
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days.
I'm in the initial stages of my golden years: SS, CO'S, IRAS, AARP.
I'm wondering---if you are only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?
I'm supporting all movements now--by eating bran, prune, and raisins.
I'm a walking storeroom of facts---I've just lost the storeroom.
I'm a Senior Citizen, and I think that I'm having the time of my life!
HOW TO KNOW YOU ARE GETTING OLDER
Everything hurts, and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.
The gleam in your eye is from the son hitting your bifocals.
You feel like the morning after and you haven't been anywhere.
Your little black book contains names only ending in M.D.
Your children begin to look middle age.
You finally reach the top of the ladder and find it's leaning against the wrong wall.
Your mind makes contracts your body can't keep.
A dripping faucet causes an uncontrollable bladder urge.
You look forward to a dull evening.
Your favorite part of the newspaper is "20 Years Ago Today."
You turn out the lights for economic reasons rather than romantic ones.
You sit in the rocking chair and can't get it going.
Your knees buckle and your belt won't.
You regret all those mistakes you made resisting temptations.
You're 17 around the neck, 42 around the waist, and 96 around the golf course.
Your back goes out more than you do.
Your pacemaker makes the garage door open when you see a pretty girl.
The little old grey haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.
You have too much room in the house and not enough in the medicine cabinet.
You know all the answers but nobody asks the questions.
Remember When's
Remember When:
You knew who was driving by your house from the sound the car made.
You could walk to the grocery store, and when there rattle off a list of items and the store keeper would fetch each one and place them on the counter in front of you. When all was gathered all you had to do was say charge it.
You paid your bill at the grocery store every Friday and upon doing so the storekeeper gave you a sack of candy.
The store sold kerosene or "coal oil" which was needed for the stove on the back porch and which was used only for cooking during the summer.
You could tell by the smell, even if blind-folded, whose neighbor's house you were in - and you can remember those smells, good or bad to this day.
You cleaned your living room carpet by hanging it over the clothes line and hitting it with a metal wand-like contraption to knock the dirt out?
The ice man delivered ice for your wooden ice-box from a horse-drawn wagon and chipped off, from huge blocks of ice, the amount that a card placed in the window showed was wanted (card showed on each of its 4 sides an amount such as 10, 20, 25, 50 - meaning pounds of ice wanted)? Kids of the neighborhood followed after the wagon, gleaning the chips of ice to suck which came flying off the ice block as the iceman chipped away.
Milk was delivered to your front stoop also in a horse-drawn wagon and the cream came to the top of the bottle and was carefully poured off to use for special things? In winter the milk would freeze and push the paper cap up off the bottle, the cream would be almost like ice cream.
Girls wore black cotton stockings and black pantaloons for gym class?
Boys wore cordoroys or knickers because, although there were jeans (called denims), boys weren't allowed to wear them to school because they had copper rivets reinforcing the pocket seams and those rivets scratched the finish on the desk seats?
Doors to homes were seldom locked?
Movie theatres costs 10 cents and on Saturday you also got a free plate or some such goody?
Movie's were where we got the latest breaking news with Pathe News releases. And there were serials on saturdays that always stopped at a harrowing point so that you absolutely HAD to go back the following week?
Neighborhood kids hung around the street lamps and caught fireflies or played "Run Sheep Run", "Kick the Can," "King of the Mountain," "Hide and Seek," "Red Rover, Red Rover."
And if you were a boy, you only thought of a girl for your team as to how well she could run or throw a ball.
We didn't realize we were the so-called "poor" because everyone was just like you?
Hobos would stop by your house for food and then do some chore for it? They would mark your house in some way so that other hobos knew that place was an easy mark?
You knew all your neighbors living on your street?
Your mother canned all she could of vegetables and fruits to last out the winter months?
There was no air conditioning in your house but you didn't know you were hot even though you slept in a pool of sweat?
At school you were expected to pay attention and learn even though there too, there was no air conditioning? And you did as expected?
Most jobs consisted of usually 10 hours a day and 6 days a week?
If you had measles, scarlet fever, mumps etc. the Health Inspector would put a large red sign on your front door saying, in huge letters: "QUARANTINED"?
Doctors make house calls carrying everything that was available to heal in a little black bag?
Street lamps were gas and lighted at dusk by a lamplighter who returned at dawn to put the light out.
Do You Remember Any of These??
A Young Girl Still Dwells
What do you see, nurse, what do you see? What are you thinking when you look at me- A crabbed old woman not very wise, uncertain of habit with faraway eyes? Who dribbles her food and makes no reply when you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!" Who seems not to notice the things that you do, and forever is losing a stocking or shoe? Who resisting or not, lets you do as you will with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at me. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still. As I move at your bidding, eat at your will.... I'm a child of ten with a father and mother, brothers and sisters who love one another; A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet, dreaming that soon a love she will meet; A bride of twenty my heart give a leap, remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grows fast, bound together with ties that should last; At forty my young sons have grown up and gone, but my man's beside me to see I don't mourn; At fifty, once more babies play round my knee, again, we know children my loved ones and me. Dark days are upon me; my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their own, and I think of all the years and loved ones I've known. I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel; "Tis her just to make old age look like a fool. the body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart; there is a stone now where I once had a heart But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells; and now, again, my embittered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, and I'm loving and living life over again. I think of the years all too few, gone too fast, and accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, nurse, open and see; not an old crabbed woman, look closer-see me!
What is Maturity?
Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence or destruction.
Maturity is patience. It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure in favor of the long-term gain.
Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging setbacks.
Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to say, "I am wrong." And when right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying, "I told you so."
Maturity is the ability to make a decision and stand by it. The immature spend their lives exploring endless possibilities; then they do nothing.
Maturity means dependability, keeping one's word, coming through in a crisis. The immature are masters of the alibi. They are confused and disorganized. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business, and good intentions that somehow never materialize.
Maturity is the art of living in peace with that which we cannot change, the courage to change that which SHOULD be changed - and the wisdom to know the difference.
--Source unknown
Last Updated by Virginia Young on Thursday, 27 February, 2003 at 9:32 PM.
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