Topic : Old Age

Grandma and Grandpa

After Christmas vacation, a teacher asked her small pupils to write an account of how they spent their holidays. One youngster wrote about a visit to his grandparents in a life-care community for retired folks:

“We always spend Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa,” he said. They used to live here in a big red house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida.

“They live in a place with a lot of retarded people. They live in tin huts. They ride big three wheel tricycles. They go to a big building they call a wrecked hall but it is fixed now. They play games there and do exercises, but they don’t do them very good. There is a swimming pool and they go to it and just stand there in the water with their hats on. I guess they don’t know how to swim.

“My grandma used to bake cookies and stuff. But I guess she forgot how. Nobody cooks--they all go out to fast food restaurants.

“As you come into the park, there is a doll house with a man sitting in it. He watches all day, so they can’t get out without him seeing them. They wear badges with their names on them. I guess they don’t know who they are.

“My Grandpa and Grandma worked hard all their lives and earned their retardment. I wish they would move back home but I guess the man in the doll house won’t let them out.”

Eric W. Johnson, Humorous Stories About the Human Condition (Prometheus Books), quoted in Bits & Pieces, January 5, 1995, pp. 5-6

Quotes

1. Jeanne Calment is the oldest living human whose age can be verified. On her 120th birthday, she was asked to describe her visioin for the future. “Very brief,” she said. - Clark Cothern, Tecumseh, Michigan

2. Another woman was asked the benefits of living to the age of 102. After a pause, she answered, “No peer pressure!” - Win Arn, Arcadia California

3. Finally, John Fetterman, rector of Grace Episcopal Church in Madison, Wisconsin, told of an elderly woman who died. Having never married, she requested no male pallbearers. In her instructions for her memorial service, she wrote, “They wouldn’t take me out while I was alive; I don’t want them to take me out when I’m dead.”

Homiletics (Jan.-Mar./96), quoted in Preaching Resources, Spring 1996, p. 77.

I’m Not Growing Old

They say that I am growing old
I’ve heard them say it times untold
In language plain and bold
But I’m not growing old
This frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old I know full well
But I’m not growing old.

What if my hair has turned gray
Gray hair is honorable, they say
What if my eye sight’s growing dim
I can still see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
There on the cross of Calvary

Why should I care if time’s old plow
Has dug some furrows in my brow.
Another house not made with hand
Awaits me in the glory land.
My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past, it may have been
Still I can hear my Savior say
Come faltering child, this is the way.

The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life’s short span
Shall perish and return to dust
As everything in nature must.
But the inward man the Scriptures say
Ah, the inward man
Is growing stronger every day.

Then how can I be growing old'
I’m safe within the Saviour’s fold
‘Er long my soul shall fly away
And leave this tenement of clay
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize
I’ll meet you on the streets of gold
And prove that I’m not growing old.

- John E. Roberts

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Beatitudes For Friends Of The Aged

Blessed are they who understand
My faltering steps and my palsied hand

And blessed are they that know that my ears today
Must strain to hear what they have to say.

And blessed are they that seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.

And blessed are they that looked away
When my coffee spilled at lunch today.

Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while.

And blessed are they who never say
You told that story twice today.

And blessed are those who know the way
To bring back the memories of yesterday.

Blessed are they who make it known
That I’m loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss
To find the strength to carry my cross.

Blessed are they who ease the days
Of my journey home, in loving ways.

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How Do You Rate?

You know when you are growing old when…

Now if you have any of the above symptoms, you might consider joining the geriatrics club.

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Things Change

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Long Life in America

It’s easy to live a long life, at least in America. Look at the statistics: Out of every 100,000 persons, 88,361 reach 50 years of age, more than 70,000 make it to 70, and almost 17,000 get to 85 or more. Staying around a long time, however, should not be our primary goal. Rather, we should be concerned with giving significance and value to all our years and not letting them end in shame and disgrace.

How we finish the race depends to a great extent on the pace we set along the way. Joseph Wittig remarked that when we write people’s biographies we should start with their death, not their birth. After all, we have nothing to do with the way our life began, but we have a lot to do with the way it ends.

Our Daily Bread, February 24, 1995

George Burns

George Burns once said, “Tennis is a game for young people. Until age 25, you can play singles. From there until age 35, you should play doubles. I won’t tell you my age, but when I played, there were 28 people on the court -- just on my side of the net.

Bits & Pieces, April 28, 1994, p. 19

Man is Like an Automobile

Man is like an automobile. As it gets older, the differential starts slipping, and the u-joints get worn, causing the drive shaft to go bad. The transmission won’t go into high gear and sometimes has difficulty getting out of low. The cylinders get worn and lose compression, making it hard to climb the slightest incline. When it is climbing, the tappets clatter and ping to the point where one wonders if the old bus will make it to the top. The carburetor gets fouled with pollutants and other matter, making it hard to get started in the morning. It is hard to keep the radiator filled because of the leaking hose. The thermostat goes out, making it difficult to reach operating temperature. The headlights grow dim, and the horn gets weaker. The memory chip drops a few bytes, and the battery needs constant recharging. But if the body looks good with no bangs, dents or chipping paint, we can keep it washed and polished, giving the impression that it can compete with the newer models and make one more trip down the primrose lane before the head gasket blows. Gentlemen, start your engines.

Pinging Like Crazy in Tulsa, in Ann Landers, Spokesman Review, December 24, 1993, p. D2.

Married 50 Years

A couple had been married for 50 years. “Things have really changed,” she said. “You used to sit very close to me.”

“Well, I can remedy that,” he said, moving next to her on the couch.

“And you used to hold me tight.”

“How’s that?” he asked as he gave her a hug.

“Do you remember you used to nudge my neck and nibble on my ear loves?”

He jumped to his feet and left the room. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “I’ve got to get my teeth!”

Tal D. Bonham and Jack Gulledge, The Treasury of Clean Senior Adult Jokes (Broadman) quoted in Reader’s Digest

How Old are You?

Children touring a retirement home were asked by a resident if they had any questions. “Yes,” one girl said. “How old are you?”

“I’m 98,” she replied proudly.

Clearly impressed, the child’s eyes grew wide with wonder. “Did you start at one?”

Contributed by Ruth Naylor, Reader’s Digest

The Check-up

Thought I’d let my doctor check me
Cause I didn’t feel quite right
All those aches and pains annoyed me
And I couldn’t get to sleep at night.

He could find no real disorder
But he couldn’t let me rest
What with Medicare and Blue Cross
It wouldn’t hurt to do some tests.

To the hospital he sent me
Though I didn’t feel that bad
He arranged for them to give me
Every test that could be had.

I was flouroscoped and cystoscoped
My aging frame displayed,
Stripped upon an ice cold table
While my gizzards were X-rayed.

I was checked for worms and parasites
For fungus and the Crud
While they pierced me with long needles
Taking samples of my blood.

Doctors came to check me over
Prodded and pushed and poked around,
And to make sure that I was living
They wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded:
(Their results have filled a page)
What I have will someday kill me,
My affliction is .....Old Age.

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Beatitudes for friends of the aged

Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and palsied hand.

Blessed are they who know that my ears today
Must strain to catch the things they say.

Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.

Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee spilled at table today.

Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while.

Blessed are they who never say,
“You’ve told that story twice today.”

Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.

Blessed are they who make it known
That I’m loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss
To find the strength to carry the Cross.

Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey Home in loving ways.

- Esther Mary Walker

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Greatest Contributions After Age 65

Old age is dreaded by almost everyone because it usually means loneliness, physical decline, and a retreat to inactivity. Some people tend to lose their enthusiasm for life and spend too much time in fruitless reminiscing and self-pity. They feel like “Old Jimmy,” an elderly gentleman George Mueller often told about. When this man was asked what he did all day since he had retired, he replied, “I just sit and think, and sit and think,...and sometimes I just sit!”

That’s getting old in the worst way -- ceasing to live before we die. History records that many people made some of their greatest contributions to society after the age of 65.

God never intends for us to retire from spiritual activity. The Bible says we can “still bring forth fruit in old age.” Even as Jesus kept the “best wine” for the last at the wedding in Cana (John 2:10), so He seeks to gather the most luscious clusters of the fruit of the Spirit from the fully ripened harvest of our lives.

You may be sure God wouldn’t keep you on this earth if He didn’t have a worthwhile ministry for you to accomplish. So keep on serving the Lord!--H.G.B.

Our Daily Bread. March 2

Gentle Rebuke

The great evangelist George Whitefield was relating the difficulties of the gospel ministry to some friends. He said that he was weary of the burdens and was glad that his work would soon be over and that he would depart this earthly scene to be with Christ. The others admitted having similar feelings -- all except one, a Mr. Tennant. Noting this, Whitefield tapped him on the knee and said, “Well, Brother Tennant, you are the oldest among us; do you not rejoice to think that your time is so near at hand when you will be called Home?”

The old man answered bluntly that he had no wish about it. When pressed for something more definite, he added, “I have nothing to do with death. My business is to live as long as I can, and as well as I can, and serve my Savior as faithfully as I can, until He thinks it’s time to call me Home.”

Whitefield accepted that word as a gentle rebuke from the Lord, and it helped him go on with his work calmly and patiently.

Our Daily Bread, April 12

Seasons of Life

The closing years of life can be peaceful, happy, and productive. A man or woman of God doesn’t need to escape them by dwelling on past glories; nor does he need to make them miserable by developing a bitter, complaining spirit. God gives the whole of life to live, and the psalmist suggests that even our later years can be fruitful and flourishing. But we must begin by being happy now!

The well-known Christian psychiatrist Paul Tournier gives insight on this subject in his book The Seasons of Life. He writes, “True happiness is always linked with deep, inner harmony. It therefore always implies an acceptance of one’s age; the acceptance of no longer being a child when one has reached the age of adulthood, and the giving up of the goals of active life when one is advance in years. This is the age of retirement, which for some men can be a meaningful experience, while for others it is a cruel trial.

Why such differences? Partly, undoubtedly, this comes from differences in temperament. Yet more so from something else. Those who complain about their retirement are usually the same ones as those who used to complain about their work and longed to be set free from it!”

Our Daily Bread, May 2

How to Know You’re Getting Older

Strengthening Our Grip, C. Swindoll, p. 128

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Editor & Publisher, quoted in Reader’s Digest, May, 1980

Crunchy Delicacy

The distinguished behaviorist B.F. Skinner was addressing the Nova University 1978 Conference on Aging. He was explaining how, at age 74, he made allowances for his impaired vision and hearing.

Skinner recalled a time when he was having a Chinese meal in a busy senior-center living room, and someone sitting near him pointed out the food in the middle of the table. Skinner decided he was expected to eat some. As he took a piece, he admired its thin, pale-brown crust. Eating the crunchy delicacy, he wondered how the Chinese were able to produce such a fragile, yet crispy, crust. Then he noticed that his neighbor was eating the same thing. She was peeling hers.

It was a hard-boiled egg.

Contributed by Marylou Hughes, Reader’s Digest, May, 1980

Happiest Time of Life

The greatest happiness usually comes not in youth, but in old age. Men generally are happiest during their middle sixties, women during their seventies.

Unhappiest time: early fifties for men, late forties for women.

Gail Sheehy, quoted in Homemade, November, 1984

Most Rewarding Time of Life

Old age can be a most rewarding period of life. For those who have found the satisfaction of a loving and close relationship with the Heavenly Father through faith in His Son, the “sunset years” can be more appropriately labeled the “golden years.”

Henry Durbanville felt that way. In his book The Best Is Yet To Be he wrote, “I feel so sorry for folks who don’t like to grow old...I revel in my years. They enrich me...I would not exchange...the abiding rest of soul, the measure of wisdom I have gained from the sweet and bitter and perplexing experiences of life; nor the confirmed faith I now have in the...love of God, for all the bright and uncertain hopes and tumultuous joys of youth. Indeed, I would not! These are the best years of my life...The way grows brighter; the birds sing sweeter; the winds blow softer; the sun shines more radiantly than ever before. I suppose ‘my outward man’ is perishing, but ‘my inward an’ is being joyously renewed day by day.

Robertson McQuilkin wrote, “God planned the strength and beauty of youth to be physical. But the strength and beauty of age is spiritual. We gradually lose the strength and beauty that is temporary so we’ll be sure to concentrate on the strength and beauty that is forever.”

Our Daily Bread, December 16

Increases Risk of Heart Attack

Retirement may increase a man’s risk of dying of heart attack. “We found an 80 percent higher rate of death from coronary disease among those in a study who had retired compared with those who had not,” said Dr. Charles H. Hennekens of Harvard Medical School. It may be that some people who retire get all nervous about it and kind of tense,” said Hennekens. “That may be a way of explaining this, but I just don’t know.”

Hennekens said he and his colleagues were trying to set up a long-term study of up to 10,000 elderly persons to determine their physical and mental responses to retirement. Among the variables not included in the current data, he said, were length of retirement, changes in lifestyle and attitudes toward retirement. The last may be very important, he said, since “for some people, retirement is a reward for a lifetime’s work and they look forward to it. But for other people, it is a punishment for growing old. Those who feel that way perhaps might be the ones who get nervous, but we don’t have that breakdown.”

Each victim was matched with another man of similar age living in the same neighborhood. Of the 568 pairs of victims and controls, 102 included one retiree and one person still at work. Of those, Hennekens said, 76 of the dead men were retirees, while only 26 of the living men had retired. After adjusting the information for age differences and other variables, he said, “there was still this 80 percent association.” He said the tentative findings applied only to men in whom coronary disease is much more common than in women. By age 60, one in five American men will have had a coronary problem, while the figure for women is about one in 17.

Des Moines Register, November 11, 1979, Fingertip Facts.

Shall I? - Or - Have I?

Just a line to say I’m living
That I’m not among the dead.
Though I’m getting more forgetful
And more mixed up in the head.

For sometimes I can’t remember
When I stand at foot of stair,
If I must go up for something
Or I’ve just come down from there.

And before the frig’, so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food away, or
Have I come to take some out'

And there’s times when it is dark out
With my nightcap on my head,
I don’t know if I’m retiring
Or just getting out of bed.

So if it’s my turn to write you
There’s no need of getting sore,
I may think I have written
And don’t want to be a bore.

So, remember...I do love you,
And I wish that you were here;
But now, it is nearly mail time
So I must say: “Goodbye Dear.”

Here I stand beside the mailbox,
With my face so very red,
Instead of mailing you this letter...
I have opened it instead....

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But Not Today

I shall grow old perhaps, but not today, not while my hopes are young, my spirit strong, my vision clear, because life has a way of smoothing out the wrinkles with a song.

I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while my dreams remain a shining shield, my faith a lance, and ‘neath a sky of gray, my colors wave upon the battlefield.

I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while this pen can write upon a page, and memories turn Winter into May, shall this stout heart be brought to terms by age'

I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, and scorning Time who would enlist my tears, I stand convinced there is a better way, of occupying all the coming years.

I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, in my own style and in my own sweet time, no night so dark there does not fall a ray of light along the pathway that I climb.

Just say of me, when my last hour slips like one bright leaf to softly rest among the others...
“Life was Summer to the heart, of one who died believing she was young.”

- Grace E. Easley

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F. B. Meyer

F.B. Meyer once confided to his friend F.A. Robinson of Toronto, “ I do hope my Father will let the river of my life go flowing fully until the finish. I don’t want it to end in a swamp.”

The Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching & Preachers, W. Wiersbe, p. 193

Little Pills Where Goeth Thou?

We take pink pills for old arthritis and green ones, perhaps, for the heart.
A blue one because you are dizzy--hope the stomach can tell them apart.
A white pill controls the blood pressure; a red one helps soften the stool;
A yellow one calms you down greatly so you won’t be acting the fool.

There are two-toned, and gray and brown pills for relief from head-aches and gout,
Diabetes, ulcers and heartburn, sure hope each pill knows the right route.
What a terrible mess up there could be if your headache pill went to your toe,
And the laxative pill traveled upward ’cause it wasn’t quite sure where to go.

If this should ever happen to you, you’d either laugh or you’d weep.
’Cause you’d probably run off at the mouth and your feet would be falling asleep.
How in the world could you stop the dilemma unless you stood on your head,
So the pills could all change directions before you wound up sick in bed.

What would happen if time released capsules forgot to do the right thing
And released all their pellets at once. A great upset they would bring.
So little pills of every kind, just wend your way thru us and find
The ailment that we take you for so we won’t worry anymore!

Ester Stout, Pioneer Home, Thermopolis, WY

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The Hereafter

Our pastor called the other day and told my wife, Helen, that at her age she should start thinking about the hereafter.

“Oh, I do, I do,” Helen told him. “No matter where I am, I ask myself, ‘What am I here after?’“

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Old Smoothies Contest

A couple we know recently attended their 60 year high school class reunion. During the evening they were chosen to head a group that would judge the Old Smoothies dance contest. The husband has a hearing problem and his wife has been trying to get him to get a hearing aid. When the contest got down to the last two partners, the wife conferred with the group of judges and then whispered the name of the winners to her husband. He didn’t hear, so she told him again and then yelled, “Get the bananas out of your ears!” The husband immediately seized the microphone and announced the winners: “Mr. and Mrs. Bonnanas!” Their name turned out to be Smith. That wasn’t bad enough--then the wife explained to the Smiths that they had won because they did such a great job of executing all those dips.

“Dips? What dips?” said Mr. Smith. “We were just trying to hold each other up.”

Bits and Pieces, April, 1991

Aging

Shall we sit idly down and say,
The night hath come; it is no longer day'
The night hath not yet come; we are not quite
Cut off from labor by the failing light;
Something remains for us to do or dare;
Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear.

- Henry W. Longfellow

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. was and still is generally regarded as one of the most outstanding justices in the history of the U.S. Supreme Court. He was known as the Great Dissenter because he disagreed with the other judges so much. Holmes sat on the Supreme Court until he was 91. Two years later, President Roosevelt visited him and found him reading Plato.

“Why?” FDR asked.

“To improve my mind,” Holmes answered.

Bits and Pieces, December 13, 1990

Jesus Loves Me

Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow;
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.

Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me, The Bible tells me so.

Though my steps are, oh, so slow
With my hand in His I’ll go
On through life; let come what may,
He’ll be there to lead the way.

When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song,
Telling me in words so clear,
“Have no fear for I am near.”

When my work on earth is done
And life’s victories ‘been won
He will take me home above
To the fullness of His love.

C.D. Frey, Tennessee, in The Bible Friend

There’s Nothing the Matter With Me

There’s nothing whatever the matter with me;
I’m just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both of my knees;
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn’t be able to walk on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
And every morning I look a sight.
My memory is failing; my head’s in a spin.
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

The moral is, as this tale we unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It is better to say, “I’m fine,” with a grin,
Than to let them know the shape we’re in.

Source unknown

My Youth is Spent

How do I know my youth is all spent'
Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
But in spite of it all--I’m able to grin
When I think of where my get up has been.

Old age is golden, so I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed--
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up—

Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf'
I’m happy to say as I close my door
My friends are the same--only perhaps even more

When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue
But still I could dance the whole night through.

Now I am old--my slippers are black--
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent
My get up and go has got up and went!

But I really don’t mind, when I think with a grin
Of all the grand places my get up has been.
Since I’ve retired from life’s competition
I busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning, dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the “O-bits”;
If my name is missing, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!!

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Billy Crystal's Monologue

The Donahueite world-view is of a linear life. When a certain number of years have elapsed, it's over. Period. It's a pathetic picture, and one people seldom look at unless it is forced upon them-as it was with poignancy and wit in City Slickers. While this movie may not rank among the great morality plays of all time (and some would find parts of the film offensive), it certainly drives the point home, along with the cattle.

Comedian Billy Crystal plays the part of a bored baby boomer who sells radio advertising time. One the day he visits his son's school to tell about his work along with other fathers, he suddenly lets loose a deadpan monologue to the bewildered youngsters in the class:

Value this time in your life, kids, because this is the time in your life when you still have your choices. It goes by fast.

When you're a teenager, you think you can do anything and you do. Your twenties are a blur.

Thirties you raise your family, you make a little money, and you think to yourself, "What happened to my twenties"'

Forties, you grow a little pot belly, you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud, one of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother.

Fifties, you have a minor surgery-you'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery.

Sixties, you'll have a major surgery, the music is still loud, but it doesn't matter because you can't hear it anyway.

Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale. You start eating dinner at 2:00 in the afternoon, you have lunch around 10:00, breakfast the night before, spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate soft yogurt and muttering, "How come the kids don't call? How come the kids don't call"'

The eighties, you'll have a major stroke, and you end up babbling with some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand, but who you call mama.

Any questions'

The Body, Charles W. Colson, 1992, Word Publishing, pp. 168-169



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