Unlike
a lot of kids in my generation, I had no adult influences growing up. There
were no doting grandparents hovering around the corner, no aunts, or uncles who
cared about my sister and me. No male father figures to substitute for my own
father who left our family after a couple of years. I had no uncles, cousins, coaches,
or teachers to show a young boy the ropes. There was a vacuum of adult guidance
that no one stepped forward to fill.
Thus
growing up, I had no road map or past history to guide me into the world of
adulthood. It still surprises me sometimes. My only world of adults consisted
of cold sterile aunts and bachelor uncles, shouting card-parties and the ever-present,
none too subtle attitude that ‘children should be seen and not heard.’ Our
opinions were neither recognized nor cared about.
So
it’s hardly surprising that my attitude toward ‘old people’ has never followed
that 50’s tradition of respecting our elders for their wisdom and guidance.
They didn’t seem to care about me and I returned the attitude. My protagonist
Daniel said it best in ‘Love in the A Shau.’ He said ‘The best thing I can say
about my Aunts and Uncles is…” (It wasn’t a kind statement but it was true.)
That
is, until now.
Mig
(Mylon) and his lovely wife Pat have restored my faith in old people. That’s good
news coming from a newly ripen 75-year-old who only recently began to recognize
his own mortality. At 89, Mig still has got the vim and vigor of a 50 year old
and his mental acumen can beat the best of them at card and dice games. He can
still swing a fishing pole or heft a shotgun with his sons and grandsons.
Knowing
Mig and Pat has helped dispel many of my myths about growing old and in the
process has clarified why it’s so easy to fall into the trap of ‘getting older.’
There were a couple of other folks that taught me the same thing.
Sharon’s
parents finally sold the farm long after others had ‘gone to town.’ They began
to travel and engage in social activities long denied them because of the many
hours and hard work on the farm. They were like Mig and Pat.
My
mother used to confuse me with her distain for old people. Whether it was
dancing at the Marigold Ball room with her new-found friend (soon to be her
second husband) when she was in her seventies or card games at Gloria De
Lutheran Church in her eighties, my Mother would go on and on about the old
people at both places. Now I’ve come to understand what she was grousing about.
There
seems to be a trap that a lot of older folks fall into as age creeps into their
lives and slows them down. All too often, they become more self-centered and
absorbed with only themselves. Their view of the world becomes more narrow and
sheltered. In turn, that isolation from every-day life makes them overly
cautious, concerned, and protective of their own self-interests at the expense
of relationships with others. It becomes a gradual transformation into someone
you don’t want to be around for any length of time.
Mig
and Pat are just the opposite.
These
great-grandparents are still very much engaged with the world around them. They
still babysit their great-grandchildren, travel, engage in social activities,
and are very much involved with their church and community. Mig is quick-witted,
sharp minded and engaging. He can talk with some knowledge to anyone about
almost any subject. He’s like my youngest granddaughter. Leave him in a room
with strangers and he’ll have ten best friends in no time at all. Pat is just
the same.
Like
my mother, Mig can’t stand to sit still. He has to be on the move all the time.
He still does electrical work whenever a job pops up having been a master
electrician all his life.
I’ve
come to realize the secret of growing older with grace and panache. It’s simply
to keep moving; physically and mentally. It means being engaged in just about
anything that makes you want to get out of bed in the morning. It means
spending time with your adult children, your grandchildren and just about
anyone younger than yourself. It means doing what excites you, moves you, and
fulfills even your most modest of ambitions. Mig and Pat are sterling examples
of this.
There’s
no doubt about it, when I grow up, I want to be just like Mig.
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