Hi,
I'm going to start my column today by wishing all of you out there having a birthday this month a Very Happy and Healthy Birthday.
Three of my children were born on February, Bob on the 9th, Linda the 11th, and Frances on the 28th. My other daughter, Pat, was born in her Dad's birthday, September 20th.
I went to the John A. Logan Breakfast on Saturday morning, and I enjoyed it very much. There was a big crowd there. Three ladies were dressed in beautiful formal gowns, and were the hostesses. The ladies were Barbara Dallas, Dorothy Miller and Joan Sullivan. The mingled around and made everybody feel special. Kay Bozarth and Alma Hicks organized the breakfast. This was the 21st year for the event. Pictures were taken, and I'm sure they'll be in the paper soon.
My son went to John A. Logan College, and I'm proud to report that he made the Dean's List.
I didn't have the chance to go to school farther than the 8th grade at St. Andrew's School. That was during the depression of 1932, so after I graduated I went to work at the Brown Shoe Factory. I did take a short course of business, English shorthand and typing that was given by the W.P.A., but after two months they ran out of money and that was the end of the that. I've held several jobs, though, throughout my life, and my last one was as a rural mail carrier.
My gem... Live in such a way, that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
Today I've got something about "Life as a Senior Citizen."
LIFE AS A SENIOR CITIZEN
Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied, "Two years older than me.
"So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it."
Reporter interviewing the 104-year old woman:
"And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked.
She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98. Have lost all of my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten out of shape. So I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour... But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
My memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
also, my memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as the coffee maker,
Always remember this:
You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop laughing!!!
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Hi,
I'm going to start my column today by wishing all of you out there having a birthday this month a Very Happy and Healthy Birthday.
Three of my children were born on February, Bob on the 9th, Linda the 11th, and Frances on the 28th. My other daughter, Pat, was born in her Dad's birthday, September 20th.
I went to the John A. Logan Breakfast on Saturday morning, and I enjoyed it very much. There was a big crowd there. Three ladies were dressed in beautiful formal gowns, and were the hostesses. The ladies were Barbara Dallas, Dorothy Miller and Joan Sullivan. The mingled around and made everybody feel special. Kay Bozarth and Alma Hicks organized the breakfast. This was the 21st year for the event. Pictures were taken, and I'm sure they'll be in the paper soon.
My son went to John A. Logan College, and I'm proud to report that he made the Dean's List.
I didn't have the chance to go to school farther than the 8th grade at St. Andrew's School. That was during the depression of 1932, so after I graduated I went to work at the Brown Shoe Factory. I did take a short course of business, English shorthand and typing that was given by the W.P.A., but after two months they ran out of money and that was the end of the that. I've held several jobs, though, throughout my life, and my last one was as a rural mail carrier.
My gem... Live in such a way, that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
Today I've got something about "Life as a Senior Citizen."
LIFE AS A SENIOR CITIZEN
Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied, "Two years older than me.
"So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it."
Reporter interviewing the 104-year old woman:
"And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked.
She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98. Have lost all of my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten out of shape. So I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour... But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
My memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
also, my memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as the coffee maker,
Always remember this:
You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop laughing!!!
