The Aging Process

There are more than several advantages to being old. The first and most important is that you don’t have to be young anymore. I know that anyone reading this will question the authenticity of this remark,… but I really, really mean it. Being aware of this fact makes the aches, pains, and memory losses worth the bother. I have spent a long time trying to find a way to express this unique perspective and I am going to try it out here. Being old means that you know that the world began more than 30 years ago. And I don’t mean that I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the news of John F. Kennedy’s assassination came over the intercom. BTW, I was in 7th grade Spanish class. It gives perspective on all of the good times as well. Like, going fishing with my grandmother along the bank of the Cedar River by the bridge on Charles City Road in Nashua, Iowa without any sibling horning into my being center stage, for once. Her home which was torn down decades ago, I will describe at length on another blog someday. Hopefully, my siblings will assist.

Hazel Smith’s home taken the morning of her funeral. Charlie Demro home in the background. There is not a trace of either one on Google Earth today.