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Mr. Whiskers and the Banana Lamp and lamps that have brightened the homes of my family.

My nephew’s kitten, Mr. Whiskers, managed to break a one-of-a-kind banana lamp. While I can’t quite remember what the lamp looked like, I’ve tried to picture it in my mind. One thing I can say for certain is that as a shopper, I’ve never come across a banana lamp in any store. Of course, I felt sad that my nephew’s unique lamp was broken. But, as my sister recounted the tale of the broken banana lamp, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy —I longed for a lamp that was equally fun and unique. The image of that quirky banana lamp lingered in my mind. This past weekend, while browsing a garage sale, I stumbled upon a lamp shaped like a coconut tree. It was both peculiar and delightful. While I had never seen a banana lamp in stores, I also hadn’t encountered a coconut tree lamp before. When I inquired about the price, the owner estimated $5.00. At that moment, I knew this charming lamp was destined to adorn the dresser in my bedroom. The owner then shared the story behind the lamp. It had been a gift from her parents—something she had appreciated but wasn’t particularly attached to. She felt a bit of guilt parting with it and hoped it would find a home where it would be truly cherished. When I told her it was love at first sight for me, her face lit up with a radiant smile. She thanked me warmly, declaring that I was the perfect person for the coconut lamp.

I’m part of a Facebook group dedicated to sharing photos of unique thrift store finds. I posted a picture of the coconut lamp, and almost immediately, members began to chime in, confirming that it was indeed a rare treasure of sorts. One person even sent me a link to a website: Kina Ree. To my surprise, the site identified my lamp as an Indonesian piece with a lovely description—and noted that it’s currently out of stock and unavailable for purchase.

Here is my new-to-me coconut lamp on my dresser. I purchased it on 3 Aug 2024 at a garage sale in Ann Arbor, MI

Not long ago, I read a book on Hygge, the Danish art of cultivating comfort and coziness in our homes. The book highlighted the importance of creating an inviting atmosphere through various light sources, with a particular focus on candlelight. Inspired by this, I expanded the concept to include other creative lighting options that add a personal touch to our living spaces. Ultimately, I realized that Hygge is not just about the light itself but about setting a mood of warmth and contentment. And…who wouldn’t feel content with the soft glow of a banana lamp or a coconut tree lamp?

I began to wonder if the lamps in our lives each have a story to tell. Pause for a moment and think about the lamps you’ve chosen and those from your past that you especially admired. In this blog, I’ve included a few photos from my collection of scanned family images, each featuring a lamp that holds a special place in our hearts. I hope you enjoy these glimpses into our illuminated memories…

There are not many photos that feature lamps in our family photo collection. I suppose that is because the pictures were taken to capture the people and the moment and the lamps were just a part of the background so would not have been noticed. Also, because photography was usually done during the best light situations, we simply do not have many photos of lamps being used.

I hope this blog has been illuminating…(couldn’t help myself…ha, ha, ha.)

Kathryn c1960 in the living room of 1517 Harbrooke, AA, MI. Mom loved to dress us with a nautical theme…I like the anchor on the collar of Kathryn’s dress. And is that a hairbrush in her hand?
Kathryn is perfectly posed in this photo c1965 at 2629 Danbury Lane, AA. Look at this dress! Wow!
We shared so much time as a family around the kitchen table at 2629 Danbury Lane. I selected this photo because it shows the table light fixture. Mary Ann is hard at work dishing up ice cream for Kathryn’s cake. I was possibly, maybe, certainly a little jealous of this doll cake. LOL. Check out the telephone on the corner of the kitchen counter!
Mary Ann is in the living room of 2629 Danbury Lane, AA in her band uniform. The lamp on the table was with the family for a long time. Look through the window to see the spinning clothes line used for drying clothing outside. Photo c1968.
Our family used Hawthorne trees at Christmas. My father would spray paint them white. My mother had to work hard to find white lights with white cords. The visual of these trees was amazing. Photo c1970
I love this photo of our front door entry at 2629 Danbury Lane, AA. The overhead light resembles candles and the light on the dresser was in our family for years. Photo c1975
This is a photo of my desk in my bedroom at 2629 Danbury Lane. I obviously loved Winnie the Pooh. The desk light was a rather new novelty at that time called a tensor lamp. Photo c1976
Here is the iconic lamp of the Groshans. Jack and I got this as newlyweds and the lamp stayed in the family and moved to different homes over the decades. It even got as far as Seattle! This photo was taken at our duplex on Bemidji, AA. Photo c1979.
I couldn’t find a photo of the darling lamp that my father made with an old iron train engine toy. The lamp pictured here was in the family for many, many years. Photo c1987.
My mother’s dresser at 2629 Danbury Lane held this sweet mirror. Photo c1989.
This is a photo of my father in his beautiful study. The lamp stayed in the family for decades. This is c1990.
This c1992 photo is of Bones and my father sitting at my sister’s home. I love the light fixture that they used over the kitchen table.
The gas light in the back yard of 2629 Danbury Lane c1998.
The gas light in the front entry of 2629 Danbury Lane. I am not sure of the year for this photo. I am estimating 1990.

Family Shoes: A Walk Through Generations of the Hess family shoes (1940’s through the 1970’s)

I think this photo was taken at the 1967 World Expo in in Montréal, Canada,

I remember being a little girl sitting on the swing set in my backyard on Harbrooke Ave. in Ann Arbor. As I slowly pushed myself back and forth on the swing, I looked down in wonder and delight at my shoes. They were sandals with a giant flower decoration and they are still possibly my favorite shoes ever…

I was also greatly influenced to love shoes by the story of Cinderella- I always enjoy these quotes:

“Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life.”

“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. Just look at Cinderella!”

“Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress. And maybe, just maybe, a great pair of shoes.”

The history of shoes has certainly changed over the course of my 70 years on the planet. This blog is just a fun way to celebrate some of the shoes we wore.

So…get ready to tap your foot and read a fun blog while walking down memory lane with me.

This photo of Gretchen Lois Ream Hess was taken in approx. 1940. As I study this photo, I realize that I could easily dress just like her even now in 2024! The anklet socks worn with the loafers were a classic combination.
AI has estimated that the date of this photo is 1942. Mom would have been 17 years old. The location was 520 N. Main Street, Ann Arbor, MI. Gretchen Ream Hess is wearing a pair of modest shoes that seem to reflect this time era as the Great Depression was just ending.
A photo of Robert Lawrence Hess on his 1st day at the University of Michigan. This would have been in 1942. Look how spiffy he is in this outfit paired with classic shoes.
Look at these beautiful two toned shoes my mother is wearing in 1944.
A photo of my Uncle Robert Emerson Ream with my mother Gretchen Ream Hess. AI dates this photo as 1945 – so maybe just at the very end of WWII. I notice that Uncle Bob’s shoes are not the shiny patent leather but some much more practical leather. Mom’s shoes are adorable with the little open toe and a cute bow.
I am in love with Madalyn’s gorgeous heels!
Mom is probably visiting Dad at Midshipman School. When did she get a fur coat? Was it possibly from Aunt Babe? What are your ideas? The boots actually look very stylish. I date this photo at approx. 1945.
My stunning mother. Look at these beautiful shoes! I believe this photo is from her honeymoon in December of 1945.
I am dating this photo at approx. 1948. Mom is sitting on a park bench with a friend. I believe this is from Mom’s young married days in Bethlehem, PA. So – what amazing sling back shoes…right?
An amazing photo of Mom from approx. 1950. Everything about this outfit is WONDERFUL.
Mary Ann is wearing the quintessential baby shoes of the 1950’s. These shoes may be the ones that Mom had bronzed later as a memory. Also…did toddlers really get to wear a string of pearls? I love the knit dress.
A chance to see 4 generations of my family and the shoes we all had on. Precious!
Mary Ann with 3 candles in the birthday cake. Look at her pretty patent leather Mary Jane shoes with a type of dress that required a “stick out slip” to hold the skirt in place.
Bonus photo that shows my leather tie up shoes and my rubber boots. The funny thing is that the shoes were worn inside the boots back in those days. WOW…
I bet we are all laughing at this photo! Mary Ann’s shoes were passed down and were a classic style for little girls of the 1950’s. I seem to have some pretty swell slippers. March 1, 1956.
I am sporting red tennis shoes. I feel like I still have a memory of them. Chrissy White is between me and Mary Ann. My mother, Gretchen, is on the far right and is pregnant with Kathryn. This photo was taken in 1957.
Here we are in our Easter dresses. Linda Claire, Kathryn Sue, and Mary Ann. Kathryn has the standard toddler shoes and Mary Ann and I are wearing patent leather shoes. Remember that dresses from this era were made with only natural fibers (no polyester yet) so they had to all be carefully ironed. Date estimate 1958.
This photo is proof that flip flops have been around for a long time. I always smile when I look at this picture- the foreshadowing of me being afraid of heights and nervously grabbing my father’s slacks. Mary Ann looks confident and Kathryn is just busy playing with the sand. Photo possibly in late 1958 or early 1959.
I am the mountain climber – an alpine German yodeler and Mary Ann is the little dutch girl in wooden shoes. The shoes I am wearing appear over and over in our family photographs. I think that we must have kept getting the same shoes in a different size. Back in 1959 we owned only a couple pairs of shoes each and frequently took them to the cobbler in Nichols Arcade to be repaired. Yes, we did have wooden shoes. They were kept in the dress up chest.
This photo also has me laughing. Kathryn looks at Santa so lovingly and Mary Ann is also happy as can be. But, look at me…not sure at all about this guy! LOL. Also, until this blog, I never realized that Kathryn is wearing the hand me down boots from the earlier photo of me asleep on the floor in my snow suit. Again, these types of boots were worn with our shoes inside. In order to put the boots on, we first covered our shoes in plastic bread bags to help them slip on. Christmas 1959.
What a hoot. At least Mary Ann has the pretty smile. My smile is a little over the top and Kathryn looks quite displeased that the cake is obviously not hers. Kathryn is wearing the recycled pair of red shoes that appear over and over in these photographs. We are with Bones and Madalyn at their home in March of 1960.
Apparently Kathryn is being smooshed between her sisters. Mom liked to dress us in similar styles. I see that we all are wearing identical pairs of blue sneakers. Photo 1961.
It looks like Kathryn is wearing our hand me down black patent leather shoes. Photo circa 1962. Aunt Babe possibly actually sewed this coat- her occupation was as a seamstress.
In 1962 we seem to be wearing some quite lovely summer sandals. In this photo we are pictured with a Canadian dignitary. Kathryn…why are you wearing socks?
I love looking at the shoe fashions in this 1964 photo of the Silver Anniversary party for Madalyn and Bones. The photo was taken at 2629 Danbury Lane, Ann Arbor. Grandma Pet (Amelia Ream) is seated in the orange chair on the front right of the photo.
I love this photo of Kathryn for a hundred reasons. Check out her amazing cowgirl boots! Yee Haw! Photo circa 1965.
A photo from my 1970 European vacation with Dad. I am wearing a “stretch and sew” dress made by Mom. This was the start of polyester. I think my sandals are pretty cute!
We definitely had hiking boots and did plenty of nature walks as a family. Photo circa 1971.
Mom and Dad are also wearing practical walking type shoes in this 1971 photo.
Jack is wearing the Earth Shoes that became kind of an obsession for all of us in this 1972 time period.
Mom looks so lovely in the back garden at 2629 Danbury Lane, Ann Arbor. Fantastic shoes…right?
I know. I know. I haven’t changed a bit. LOL. This is in front of Waterman Residence in my 1970’s college days. Pretty borrowed dress and shoes.
Can you tell that Bones is wearing the classic rubbers over his shoes. This was the classic winter style for men at that time.
Christmas c1975. Mary Ann is wearing a beautiful smile and some great wedge shoes.
I am on my honeymoon in 1977 wearing my wonderful Earth Shoe sandals.

How old was I when that family event happened? A partial list…

I am a 69 year old woman who loves to reflect on the history of her family throughout my lifetime.

Spending time thinking about how old I was when something happened helps me contextualize and process events in my life’s timeline. It also helps me to reflect on my own growth, and how events may have influenced my life and perspective. It can also aid me when I am discussing and sharing memories with others who were present at the time, helping me create a more accurate narrative of the past.

So here is a short little “how old was I” chart. My sisters can just do some simple math (is there simple math? LOL) to calculate their age at the time of these events.

1954

I was born. My father was 29 and my mother was 28 years old. My older sister was 2 years old. Dwight D. Eisenhower was the president. When I was born, my Grandma Pet was 68 years old. Bones was 44 years old and Madalyn was 37 years old. My paternal grandfather, George Sr. was 63 years old and my paternal grandmother was 60 years old.

1955

I was 1 year old when my great grandmother Grayer, (Amelia Louise Grayer nee Wisthoff) died on 1 May 1955.

1957

In February of 1957, my older sister and I visited our paternal grandparents in Benton Harbor. There are photos of that event.

In November of 1957, my younger sister was born. I was 3 years, 9 months and 16 days old.

My brother-in-law, Chris, was born on 23 Apr. 1957 – (of course, it would take me years to meet him!)

My father began his work overseeing work at Willow Run Labs.

1961

My family and Aunt Babe took a trip out west to the Badlands, Cooley Dam, Mt. Rainer, San Francisco, Disneyland, Yellowstone Park, Knott’s Berry Farm, Marine Land. I was 7.5 years old.

1962

My family and Aunt Babe took a trip to Virginia – Williamsburg. I was 8.5 years old.

1964

This is the year of our house construction on Danbury Lane. I was 10 years old.

1964 and 1965: Robert Hess served as the personal representative of the U.S. Army’s Assistant Chief of Staff for Intelligence and led teams of scientists through a field review of the Army’s Combat Surveillance capabilities in Europe and in Korea.

Gretchen coordinated the successful Christmas program at BUCC with an international theme.

1965

On 13 Feb 1965, our beloved Grandma Pet suddenly passed away. She was 79 years old. Mom was 39 years old. Uncle Bob was 47 years old. I had just turned 11 years old.

In August of 1965, Dad traveled to Japan.

1966

1 Jul 1966: Robert Hess receives 2nd highest Army award

Robert starts with HSRI – I was 12 years old.

Robert is Chairman of the building committee at BUCC and the new Addition is completed.

18 May 1966 – My great uncle Herman passed away. He was 88 years old.

1968

MAW had her brain surgery in 1968. I was approx. 14.5 years old and she was 16.5 years old. (I am not certain of the exact dates- please correct me on this date if necessary.)

1970

In 1970, I was 16 years old and I got my driver’s license.

31 May 1970: Robert Hess took me on a European trip.

President Nixon named Dad to the National Highway Safety Advisory Committee for 3 years.

December 1970 – this could be a possible date for MAW’s trip to Moscow.

1972

On my birthday in 1972, I turned 18 years old. I met Jack either that day or the week of my birthday. I graduated from Pioneer HS.

Tim’s father passed away on 6 Jul 1972. He was only 48 years old.

On 20 Jun 1972 my Great Aunt Minnie passed away. She was 93 years old.

1973

Mary Ann was living in France. Tour d’Aygosi 7, Aix-en-Provence 13100, France

Robert Hess was the Consultant of the Secretary of the Army’s Scientific Advisory Panel 

April – Mary Ann is getting ready to return to America after a year abroad

Jack is at Lackland Air Force Base, San Antonio, TX (August 24th)

Jack is at the Defense Language Institute in Washington DC

Briarwood Mall opened in October

1974

11 Feb 1974: Linda Claire turns 20 years old

March 1974: Linda visits Jack in DC for spring break

3 Apr 1974: tornado in Hillsdale

April 1974: Khaki takes trip to Germany

4 May 1974: Mary Ann graduates from the University of Michigan

1 Sept 1974: Andrew Jacob Wiesner is born in WI (Of course, I would not meet Drew for quite a few years!)

Claire and Hillsdale friends spend spring break in Washington DC

18 Nov 1974: Jack Groshans has honorable discharge from the US Air Force

1974: This could be a possible date for Dad’s trip to Venezuela for the Pan American Health Conference.

1976

15 May 1976: I graduated from Hillsdale College, Hillsdale, MI. I was 22 years old.

20 Oct 1976: My great aunt Lucy (Grover’s sister) passed away. She was 89 years old.

1977

February 1977 to April 1982: Jack Groshans worked for the US Postal Service

13 Aug 1977: Groshans Wedding in Ann Arbor, MI – I was 23 years old.

1978

July 1978 I was the Sales and Catering Manager for Weber’s Inn until March of 1980

1981

My amazing daughter was born on 3 Jul 1981 at 7:11pm. We were living at 1460 Bemidji Street, AA. I was 27 years old.

1983

Madalyn died on 21 Jan 1983. Madalyn was only 65 years old. I was 28 years old.

September 1983- December 1984 Jack Groshans attended Washtenaw Community College

1984

I worked at Chi Systems as Fulfillment Manager for Hospital Purchasing Management publication.

17 Mar 1984: Robert Jack Groshans died (paternal grandfather of my children) he was only 57 years old.

8 Apr 1984: My niece Kristy is born

19 Jul 1984: This was my hire date at the Ann Arbor Inn as their Conference Manager

20 Sep 1984: Henrietta Spruhan Hess dies in Kissimmee, FL (mother of Robert Hess). She was 90 years old. I was 30 years old.

1986

3 May 1986 My great Aunt Babe passed away. She was 95 years old. I was 32 years old.

1989

8 Jan 1989: My nephew Charlie was born. I was 34 (almost 35 years old)

1 Apr 1989: My younger sister married Chris. I was 35 years old.

May 1989: I was hired at the Radisson as the Conference Manager.

1991

8 April 1991: I had genetic counseling and Chorionic Villus sample because of pregnancy risk factors at Hutzel Hospital while 3 months pregnant. Dad accompanied me to this series of tests.

2 May 1991: Blake is born

31 May 1991: Robert Hess retires and is named Professor Emeritus. He was 66 years old.

Aug 1991: Linda Claire Groshans left job as Conference Manager at the Raddison on the Lake

August 1991: Amy and I went to Valley View condos at Grand Traverse Resort with Grandma and Grandpa. Jack joined us for the last weekend. The Whitmers also joined us. Our family had a 16th floor brunch at the Grand Traverse.

31 Oct 1991: My amazing son was born at 3:25pm. I was 37 years old.

28 Nov 1991: My uncle George died at age 69 (born in 1922)

1995

I was divorced from Jack. I was 41 years old.

8 Aug 1995: Bones died. He was 85 years old.

1996

I started work at First Congregational Church. I was 42 years old.

1997

15 Aug1997: My nephew Kevin was born

1998

1 Apr 1998: Linda Claire Groshans purchases 2725 Yost Blvd (and sells house at 5431 Pratt Road, AA, MI)

2004

My Uncle Bob passed away on 9 Dec 2004. He was 87 years old.

2005

I started employment at BUCC and stayed until 2010. I was 51 years old.

2006

1 Jan 2006. Family friend Winnie Martin passed away. She was 92 years old.

25 Jan 2006: Aunt Ginny passed away. She was 83 years old.

My mother Gretchen passed away on 1 Nov 2006. She was 81 years old. I was 52 years old.

“Someday I Shall Be Old” by Maude Lillian Meador Groshans

This article was written by Maude Lillian Meador Groshans who was my children’s  great grandmother. Maude Lillian Meador was born on April 16, 1887, in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, her father, Robert Meador, was 25, and her mother, Charlotte Shipman, was 22. She married Gottlieb Jack Groshans on June 12, 1912, in her hometown. She died on January 17, 1971, in Ypsilanti, Michigan, at the age of 83, and was buried in Streator, Illinois. (note that Maude picked the name Robert Jack for her son. This must have been a namesake because her father was named Robert and her husband was Gottlieb “Jack” Groshans.)

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Submitted at the usual rates by  Mrs. Jack Groshans
104 Wall St.
Eureka  Springs, Ark.

SOMEDAY I SHALL BE OLD by Maude Meador-Groshans.

The  warning  whistle  of  “fair,  slim,  and  forty”,  bids  me  STOP,  LOOK,  and  LISTEN.    FOR THE ENGINE OF OLD AGE IS THUNDERING JUST BEYOND THE CURVE.

Now  I  have  an   ambition   to   be  a  healthy,  happy,  likable  old  lady.  For some reason the opinions  of  the  aged  seem  to  set  like  concrete,  therefore  I  will   warn   myself of the pitfalls before that time comes.

These are rules and regulations to guide me when I find myself “not so young as I was”.

Do   be  scrupulously  clean  physically. A  dirty  old   person   is  an  abomination.      A soiled baby is sometimes cunning -an   elderly person  never.  Bathe  daily  and  see  that  the  linen next your  skin is  spotless. Watch  for  bodily   odors  –  and  use  a  deodorant. Thus you avoid disgusting your friends.

Be careful of your appearance. I hope my grandchildren will be proud of “the  way grandma looks”.

Keep  the  mind  dressed in up  to date ideas. You are as young as your mind; read new books, see  new  plays, hear new music, see new pictures-and do it with an   unprejudiced mind -strive to get the modern viewpoint. Don’t let your mind stay in a  rut  twenty  years behind the times.

don’t  condemn  present  styles;  they  are  as  beautiful   as  what   you   wore   thirty   years  ago and  likely  more  sanitary.  If  you  do  not  believe  it,  get  out  the  fashions   and examine the  hats, skirts, sleeves, shoes, and think it over.

NEVER   under  any   provocation offer  advice. Keep  still. You had to  learn,  and  it developed you,  didn’t  it?  Why deny others the chance to grow? Besides, people do not really want  advice. They  tell  you   their  troubles and  say  “What   would  you  do?” Honestly now, how many ever  followed your  advice?  Can  you  recall  one? And was  your advice  wise? Free advice  is  not  valued  highly. If  the case is really serious, send   them to a lawyer if  it  is  legal,  to  a  doctor  if  physical  or  mental,  to  a  minister if   spiritual, and   to other  professions if technical.  At   least  you  will  be free from blame if their case is not rightly  diagnosed.  In the same  way,  avoid  seeking  advice  from  any  except  those  competent  to  give  it, and our friends seldom are – the very fact that they are friends may blind or bias their judgement.

Keep   family affairs  to  yourself.  You  may be wrongfully  treated, but it is human nature to  take the  side o the  absent   one  (mentally, if   not  audibly). Besides it is  undignified. If you  have to  live  with the younger generation, your years should have   taught you  the art of adjusting  yourself.  Surely, you should be wiser than they.      Loyalty  is  a   wonderful   thing. If   you   live  with   an  in-law   whom   you  detest,  keep  it  to  yourself. Don’t  tell  your  children   if you   dislike their  mates. There  is  a  possibility  they  dislike  you,  too,  you  know,  and  it   isn’t making it any easier for criticism to creep in.

Don’t,   please   don’t, advise young mother how to rear their children. They invariably  resent  it  and modern  methods are different to what they were when you reared yours. “The   world do  progress”.     Besides their mistakes are a help to them. And never correct other people’s children. So many  old  folks  have  the  annoying  habit  of  admonishing “Now,  now,  you  mustn’t  do  that.  Nice  little  boys  don’t  do  that”.     “Why, Susie, that isn’t polite. What  would  Miss  Blank  think  if  she saw  you do that?”  Oh, but the  children  hate  it and  I have inwardly marveled at the control of the  children  in  not  answering  as  rudely  as  the questioner deserved . After all, if your grandchildren, or your friend’s offspring are rude, ill-mannered,  ill-tempered         nuisances, you are  not  responsible,  and  so  why  worry,  and  why annoy  the  mother by criticizing?

Don’t   begin by being imposed upon by your married  children. Taking care of the kiddies  while  parents  take  a  vacation,  or  for  the  afternoon  while  mother  goes  to  a  party or lecture can soon become slavery and your time  is  no  longer your own.  There is a conspiracy    among    young    folks    that    their    parents never have   anything they   are  interested in which they cannot  leave without  warning. They  take  it  for  granted  that  “Mother  will   be glad   to   keep the  children”.  Does   the   prospect   appeal to  you? Want all your time mortgaged? Well, I  don’t.  If  you,  at  the  beginning,  let  it  be  known  that   you ‘ll   enjoy  having  them unless you  have  another  engagement,  or  there   is   something   else   you   would   rather   do,   the   children  will  soon   learn  that  you  do  it  as   a  favor. They will find a way to  manage  without  making  a  drudge  of  you. Sounds selfish  but  to  offset  this,  I  say  there  are  times  when  parents  should sacrifice   to   help   their   children. If  daughter  is   recovering   from   a   wearing   illness,   or   son  has  had   a nervous   breakdown and  grandmother   could   keep   the   children   a   few   weeks, it would   be  a  duty  shirked not  to  lend  a  hand. What I contend is, young people need the responsibility,  as  well  as  the  joy  of   a  family   and   you   rob   them   of   character   development   if you let them shift the load on you .

Get  an   interest   in  life  –  a  hobby .  Start a collection of something and  learn  all  you  can about   your   collection   and similar  ones.  Study  butterflies  or  birds  –  keep  a   record   of   kinds seen,   time   of   arrival   and  departure,   habitat. Photography  may  be   as   placid   or   as   strenuous as  you  wish.  Grow  a  special  flower  or  vegetable;   raise chickens or  ducks or squabs or goldfish – do something that interests you.  It  will  help  to  keep  you  fit  physically,  fresh mentally, probably keep you out of somebody’s way.

The most difficult accomplishment to acquire is that of being an intelligent listener.

We  all  like  to  talk  but  don’t   we  treasure   that   friend   who   by   cleverly   placed   question   or  an apt   answer   makes   us   forget   how   we   are   monopolizing the  conversation? And what a subtle way of acquiring reputation for wisdom.

A  sunny  natured   old  person  is   a  joy.     Not one of those determinedly  jolly  old  duffers who  meet  you  with  a  slap  on  the  back  and  a   “Fine day.  Ha! Ha!”  manner. Just simple good humor.

Don’t  talk  of aches and  pains. All  old   people  seem  to  have  them. People hate to listen – and  they  seldom  care. Tell  it  to  your  doctor. He is probably bored stiff but at least he can charge you for listening. ·

Avoid  food   which  you  know  is  injurious   to  you.     Take  care  of   your  health.     sleep long hours  –  rest  in  the  middle  of  the  day  (a  nap  is  better);  drink   large   quantities   of   water;   eat simple   foods;   don’t   worry   about  other’s  affairs.  Life will continue when you are gone.

Cultivate   friendships with  younger  generation, then when contemporaries pass on, there remain strong links with the present and you are getting a new viewpoint.

Save   enough   to   be modestly  independent.  If you need care in old age, having the  money  to  buy service  takes  away  that  humiliating  feeling   that   your   relatives   are  discommoding  themselves  and  families  doing  what  you  should   have   had   the   foresight   to avoid.   Better  to  spend   less  now and  have  more later. “If youth but  knew  what  age  would crave, it would both make and save”.

So  many  old  folks  give  away,  or  sign  away  their   independence   to   someone   on   the promise  of  having  a  home  and  care  as  long  as  they  live. DON’T  DO IT.    I  have  never  yet  seen it  work successfully .  Keep  what  you  have  and  pay  as  you  go.    Then  if  you  are  unsuited  you can  go  elsewhere.  This  is  the  most  serious  fault  of  the  elderly,  and  I  think   someway   ought   to be devised by law to avoid it being done.

I  should   like  to  grow  old   gracefully   –  no,  placidly,   and   they   are not  synonymous.      Not from  a  desire  to  fool  the  public  about  my  age. Who  cares  how  old  I  am,  anyway?     Besides it is a  waste  of  time  to  lie  about  your  age  in  your   home  town. There is always  some  old  woman  to tell  on  you. We  all  know  her.   She begins sternly “She is fifty-four, I remember she was born the August after my Benny in June and he was fifty-four the fourteenth.

Don’t   take   root   in a  place.     All of us are familiar with a pathetic  old  mother  grieving  herself   to   death   for  her  old   home and old  friends. The prospect of  settling  down  for  life sounds  peaceful,  but  we  are  not  masters  of   our   own   destiny   and   changes   may   come   that make   it   imperative   that   a  change be  made.  How  much  better  to  teach  ourselves  to  be adaptable  and  enjoy  the   move   than   to   go   mooning   around,   making   everyone   miserable  around us over the unavoidable.

If   you  want   to  be  a  healthy,  happy  old  person,   begin  now    to   lay   the  foundations.     The cheerful, resourceful aged are not sudden products – they developed slowly from youth.

You  cannot  be  a  glutton  now  and  otherwise  abuse  your  body   and   be   a   hale  old person, anymore  than  you  can  make  a  cesspool  of  your  mind  now  and  have  a  sane,  clean  outlook   in   later  years.  Nor can you let your spiritual life fester with doubts and “isms”  and  meet  death  tranquilly.

Be   tolerant   of   other’s   ideas and  opm1ons.     Taboo   religious   arguments,    or   political differences .  Among   women   don’t   discuss   age,   weight, or  diet!            don’t reminisce about yourself.    Don’t talk of the good old days – “Today is the best day the world has ever seen, tomorrow   will  be  better”.     Don’t express the idea that young people are fools and immoral – our grandmothers said the same of us.