Wednesday, April 06, 2016

Getting old...

Yesterday was my 70th birthday. It seems so strange to actually be this old. Truly, my young friends, one does not feel, at 70, the way you always expected to feel at 70. Below is a post I wrote on my 67th birthday. It still holds true 3 years later, so it seemed like a good one to revisit...

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When I was very young, I thought 40 was old. It is true that the older you get, the further out "old" seems to be. Right now I think I might be old when I get to be 80, but we will see. Just a few years ago I thought 60 was old. I am well past that, celebrating my 67th birthday today. My granddaughter, in her straightforward and totally non-judgmental way tells me I am old. For her it is simply a matter of numbers of years, not my attitude or my physical condition, though she does point to my white hair as evidence.

That photo, above, is a picture of the aging journey. Starting at the left is my great-grandmother, Cora Shelton, a paragon of virtue, pillar of the Swink, Colorado Methodist Church, signer of the prohibition abstinence pledge. She was the quilter, from whom, perhaps, my quilting genes descended. She and the Methodist ladies met weekly to make quilts to send to the missionaries and heathens in Africa. I have often wondered if there are stashes of depression era quilts secreted away in huts in darkest Africa to this day. Cora, who homesteaded in Colorado, lived late into her '90s and was a pioneer woman for sure.

Next is my grandmother, Clarice. She was a bit of a wild child, who didn't sign the pledge, hated the name Clarice and preferred to be called "Tresa." I was named for her—sort of. As you can see, she was a fashion plate. Having little money for most of her life, she sewed most of her own clothes and they were outstanding! She was a divorced, working mother for most of her life and she worked hard, but I seldom saw the serious look above. Life was endlessly entertaining and she had a deep, cigarette raspy, hooty laugh that was truly hilarious. She taught me to sew doll clothes and made sure I finished the seams and made a hat to match each outfit. Hats were kind of a big deal with her. She never seemed old until the very end when she got very ill. Then she quickly faded away. Illness was never anything she had much patience with.

Next, Betty, my beautiful mother, only 20 years old in this photo. Whip smart, first person in her family to graduate from college, she never got old. She died at 72, but never seemed old to me. It still shocks me that she is gone. She was creative and busy and involved in everything and interested in everything. She was a force to be reckoned with, kind and compassionate and a hard act to follow, but my biggest fan and staunchest supporter.

And the baby, as you've guessed, is me, just a few days old. And now I am probably closest in age to great grandmother Cora, as she was in the photo. Now, that is sobering. I think about being old, but not much. I think that is the surprise. I guess some people my age are pretty obsessed with their age—either desperately seeking to escape the imagined stigma and image, or sadly accepting their roles as "old ladies" but really, for me and most of my friends, it isn't worth worrying or thinking about. Beth and I went to lunch to celebrate my birthday today. The order taker asked us if we wanted the "senior citizen plate." We looked at each other in disbelief and shock. "Uh, NO!" was the horrified answer!

So, what is it about—this getting old? A few physical challenges, but I am still the same person I was at 20 and 40—maybe more relaxed, more amused and less stressed by life and ready for another day, every day. Those women, up there in the photo were good models for me. Each one different, but each one truly her authentic self to the end. I hope that is what it is like to get old. If so, bring it on!

—as if I had a choice...

14 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday Terry! Keep on traveling and creating beautiful works of art~

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  2. I turned 70 last July and I must say it was the first time I really felt old. Not physically, but thoughts kept creeping into my head that I hadn't considered before. Like, I'm really on the downside or should I be thinking of where I'm going to live next or I should start getting rid of stuff, etc. That's all pretty much faded now, thankfully, but I had a few weeks of angst. Now I've realized so many of my friends are with me and we're having fun. And I bought a new car. I feel like 50 and I'm sticking to it!

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  3. I feel the same way. I turned 70 last August and am still going strong. I moved to New York City a year or so ago after spending a couple years on the road with my Explorer, Travel Trailer (Duchess) and my two cats. After my husband died, I decided that I was not going to sit out the rest of my years in a rocking chair. Now, I am experiencing all the wonderful adventures that I missed when we lived and worked in NYC...both with 24/7 jobs that allowed very little time for the joys of the city. My hope is that more folks our age are feeling the same way...

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  4. Happy Birthday Terry! 70 is the new 40!

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  5. Anonymous6:11 AM

    Happy Birthday to you! I'll be 80 next year and it's hard to believe. Although I limp around some with arthritis and metal joints, inside I still feel much like the young person I used to be. :-) Life is good! My best wishes to you - your faithful admirer.

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  6. i will be 75 this year but it only feels like it if i try to run.haha

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  7. Carol8:00 AM

    Terry - Happy Birthday. Thank you for the wonderful writing in your blog. I feel like I've almost traveled with you. Thank you for the beauty you have added to the world in your quilts.

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  8. I think age is a state of mind and I love how you are embracing life as it comes. I am 76 and have never thought of myself as "old" although certain physical limitations are not to be denied. My motto is "Keep on keeping on".

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  9. Great post. I agree, I feel I am the same person, just have an older body.

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  10. Happy Birthday. I, too, will be 70 and I often wonder why I feel so youthful and full of energy (in the early parts of the day) when my grandparents were already dead at that age. No replacement parts yet. No pill bottles on the shelf. Life is good. I'll check in with you at 80 dear friend.

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  11. Seventy-eight this year. Have no idea where the years have gone. Still sewing, still traveling, still blogging. The physical limitations are annoying, but generally life is good. Thanks for your blog, it is very special. Love, Del

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  12. Happy Birthday Terry! Thanks for inspiration!
    Ruth in Oxnard Ca.

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  13. Happy Birthday! You and I were born the same year, though I'll turn 70 in December. I second your thoughts about age except that I'm always tickled to get the senior rate!

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  14. Anonymous8:28 PM

    Happy Birthday Terry! Thank you for sharing your art and adventures.
    Sally

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