There is Hazel Goodwin, my good friend and neighbor who is 90 years old. She and I have enjoyed sharing many a television show and swinging on her front porch. We have made lots of important editorial comments about the talk shows we have watched, and we have shared stories about growing up in Calhoun County. She has especially likes to talk about her mother who lived with her many years. Hazel never married, and she said she did not feel as if life passed her by because she has had many kinfolks who shared their children with her and who loved her.
There is Bill Owlsey, who is 81 years old. He plays clarinet next to me in an orchestra. Bill is a former band director who knows much more about music than I will ever know. Recently, I told Bill that I thought he was playing a G instead of G sharp. Turned out, I was playing an F instead of an F sharp. Be careful correcting an 81-year-old since it may be you who are wrong. Bill was so nice when I discovered the error and didn’t say a world about how badly my wrong note sounded.
Another friend is Lou Warren, who is 90 years old.
She is a world traveler, and probably she is planning her next trip. She attends church with me, and she cheers me up whenever I talk with her. I hope I can be as positive and attractive as she is when (and if) I am 90.
I returned last weekend from visiting my friend Dottie Travis, 87, in Nashville, Tenn. She and I had so much fun together. One day we shopped. I helped her by trotting back and forth to the racks to get the right sizes and by making sure her freshly coifed hair did not get disheveled when she tried on clothes. During our time together, Dottie and I cooked a couple of meals and sat on her back porch and watched bunny rabbits hop in her backyard. These simple things are so much more fun when shared with a beloved friend.
Also, there is my own mother, age 81. She is such a good friend, and the assistance I sometimes give to her is a pleasure. My family members and I are helping her with the red tape involved with the recent death of her husband. It would be a hard chore if she did not stay involved in the process and do all she can to remain independent. As we work, we take lots of breaks to drink some tea, water her flowers, and nap.
In today’s world, when there is much said and written about the importance of our quality of life as we age, I am glad to have friends and a mother who have learned to fashion their own quality of life and have set an example for the rest of us.
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