What a beautiful afternoon! I donned my cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs and rode my scooter acoss the highway to the marketplace at the town square. I had forty dollars in crisp twenty-dollar bills in my wallet and planned to spend every cent. Which I did. I parked behind the table occupied by Fraser Lake…

Longtime Fraser Lake resident Shirley Mann celebrated her ninety clicks around the sun Saturday with family and friends. She is as beautful and even more sprightly than ever. Must be that Prince George air… does polluted air have rejuvenating properties? I’ve resided at Silver Birch Lodge since 2010. One of my favourite memories is of…

George and I were married 4 years ago when I was only 83 and he was 85. We are older now and have developed a few off-putting traits which can occur in any marriage. But over-eighties have some unique problems. For instance he still likes beef and I prefer chicken. That may be because he…

8 The Beauty of Being Old (Not elderly. Elderly sounds as if we might get over it. That we might ease our way back to being middle-aged. No way. We’re OLD. And proud of it!) This year we were away during seed planting time. When we arrived home, there was a sale going on at…

I enjoy ambling or galumping (depending on what state my aging bones and muscles are in) on long summer evenings. I’m determined to suck up the warm evening experience while I still can. In winter, at 8pm, it’s cold, slippery and dark. When winter comes I will have to go back on the treadmill to…

I’ve never been a natural athlete; I’m just too uncoordinated. But senior’s carpet bowling is a forgiving sport. SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH FELLOW CARPET BOWLERS Sunday brunch with senior carpet bowling buddies.We throw our bowls on Mondays at the Legion hall.A rousing sport for arthritic, wrinkled seniors,We take our pills then toddle to the Legion hall.We…

6 The Beauty of Being Old. “It appears that upon reaching maturity, which I define as life after eighty, a transformation occurs that diminishes one’s ego significantly. Some individuals tend to repeat lengthy stories, almost verbatim, to their audience. Conversely, I experience memory lapses, forgetting key words during conversations, which leaves my listeners awaiting clarification…

#5 The Beauty of old Age 5 The Beauty of Being Old What a lovely morning it was yesterday! Blue sky with layerings of tumoultuos clouds and all sorts of cute fluffy ones, with plenty of room for the sun to shine through. Many of the Nechako Valley hayfields were still green and growing, with…

THE BEAUTY OF OLD AGE When you get past your 80th birthday, you begin to appreciate the tiny differences between insects. After all they are a part of this wonderful world we call Earth and some are quite helpful. In my younger years, I would swat, spray or squish every bug that entered my domain.…

For 87 years I’ve resided on this not-very-big planet that wobbles  in a slightly eliptical orbit around the huge gaseous source of heat, light and other basic necessities that is the sun. At the same time, our Earth spins on its axis in a 24 hour pattern, along with its own satellite which is the…