This is so true - even of the ones who didn't have hard lives. Most wore frumpy clothes, frumpy shoes and frumpy hair styles...now in my mid 60's..I don't feel old until the pain in my hands or my back decide to play up.. otherwise I kinda feel like I;m cheating old age sometimes... especially when I look at pictures of my grandparents at the same age.. they looked like the equivalent of 80's today when they were in their 50's and 60's..., but then they had hard lives.. and of course not the free public healthcare we enjoy today in the UK.
I had exactly the same.. all aunts and uncles frumpy and old before their time.. except one aunt Jenny..who was my grandmothers younger sister, and she wore mini skirts in her early 50's, not married, long waist length black hair.... and according to the family, she was 'no better than she outta be ''This is so true - even of the ones who didn't have hard lives. Most wore frumpy clothes, frumpy shoes and frumpy hair styles.
I had one very hip great aunt. Always dressed beautifully, fully made up, game for almost anything, lots of laughs, fun to be around, gorgeous modern home. Her siblings? Frumpy, frumpy, frumpy. Old before their time.
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I will be wearing mini skirts 60's, 70's, 80's even 90's if I have not transitioned (passed away).I had exactly the same.. all aunts and uncles frumpy and old before their time.. except one aunt Jenny..who was my grandmothers younger sister, and she wore mini skirts in her early 50's, not married, long waist length black hair.... and according to the family, she was 'no better than she outta be ''
Not just frumpy either, "old" people just didn't go out partying. At best they might stop of at some cafe for afternoon tea, or, as was it's popularity back in the day, a trip to the cinema, most often though it would be the Sunday afternoon matinee performance. It seemed like that once the first grandchild appeared, the grandparents disappeared.This is so true - even of the ones who didn't have hard lives. Most wore frumpy clothes, frumpy shoes and frumpy hair styles.
I had one very hip great aunt. Always dressed beautifully, fully made up, game for almost anything, lots of laughs, fun to be around, gorgeous modern home. Her siblings? Frumpy, frumpy, frumpy. Old before their time.
My Daughter often waits till she's looking at their ID, required to check into motel she manages to offer senior discount.no matter how grey, wrinkled they are. That way she's going by the DOB not saying they look old .My brain always pauses for a few moments whenever someone asks "Would you like our Senior Discount, Sir?"
But of course I do.
Yeah I've seen cashiers do that, too. I figured they're thinking "Maybe this guy just parties a lot."My Daughter often waits till she's looking at their ID, required to check into motel she manages to offer senior discount.no matter how grey, wrinkled they are. That way she's going by the DOB not saying they look old .
Gretchen Wilson....the singer?I was flattered when this girl (Gretchen Wilson) wanted a picture with this old man several years ago, I set next to her gransmother, who was 92 at the time
Perfect definition, imo.I think there comes to the elderly a "crux"; a point where you "give up" trying to enhance life, where you give up hope, give up trying to
reinvent yourself and give up the pursuit for happiness. You "let go" and resign to a disappointing realization that wonders and the magical spark of aliveness, the joy from the senses, are gone from your life. It's an absence of happiness.
Only then, can you call yourself "old". Chronological age is meaningless.