I looked at her, in her eyes I saw the same thought...
Who is this old dear?
When did the transformation take place?
She was as baffled as me, that I could clearly see!
I thought of my mum, whose words are with me today...
‘I am happy at the age I am!’
In answer to my saying, I’m glad I’m not old like you!
Looking back she must have been in her early to middle thirties.
Just as well she was content with herself as she died suddenly at the grand old age of forty eight.
Pity is, you don’t get a
Haynes Service and Repair Manual for Humans.
Or better yet the Glass’s Guide for clapped out old bangers...
at least my lovely mum never got to this sorry pass.
at least my lovely mum never got to this sorry pass.
When we were young, people the age we are were ancient.Many had given up, retired meant not doing things....but now We are this age. We do things, we are active. Ok, we have creaks and groans like an older tree...
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, there is a Haynes Manuel for humans!
Or did they just seem ancient? Only asking? But wait, I do totally get what you are saying, we are far more youthful, active, mentally engaged, have had a far easier ride than they ever did, coming through wars etc. We are so lucky, we were fortunate to be born when we were, not that we had much of a say in it, mind!
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Oh, yes, your mum was far too young to have left.
ReplyDeleteShe was the last of four children, the runt of the litter. A girl after three boys, she had just about everything medically wrong with her, suffering in ‘later’ life with severe depression, electric shock treatments, the lot! She was a beautiful woman, other women hated her, men fancied her like crazy, she was one helluva woman and I miss her still fifty years later!
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But how much do you wish she did get to worry about old age? I think some days we worry about it more than others. We have mirrored wardrobes in our bedroom along one full wall, I keep trying to get hubby to change them but its a big job, one of those if you do one thing it impacts on another type of job which in retrospect is a bit like myself, if I fix one thing it shows up how much in need another area is in need! Best just to leave it and not wear glasses near mirrors! xx
ReplyDeleteGlasses? What a lucky girl I have been to have only just now started to need to wear them and what a blooming revelation that has proved to be? All the things I took for granted, being able to read the small print on things’n’stuff. Suddenly I see how all these years I have been so lucky. Now the faff of having to find them put them on and focus on boring stuff is driving me up the wall. Drift through life on a haze of rose tinted fog is my advice MG.
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The young flower fairy who lives next door to us frequently tells her mother that she doesn't want to get wrinkles like her. Given that her mother is my daughter, and 25 years younger than me, I shudder to think what she must think about her granny's wrinkly old fizzog! Just as well that I have got beyond really worrying, especially during lockdown.
ReplyDeleteOur mothers seem to have a lot in common, LL. Depression, for one thing, being let down by the treatment available, for another. Was yesterday an anniversary? In some ways these days become even more important as time goes by, the feelings more intense. She was a beauty.
The 16th would have been her birthday. Yes, we have shared reminisces of our mothers, I well remember, your happy/sad memories all too similar to mine. They live on in us, our memories and our children and grandchildren. How proud they would be! Big hugs Elaine.
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