How About a New Start?

I must confess that I've fallen down on the job! Getting old means I am supposed to have acquired wisdom and I should be sharing it so that others may benefit from what I've learned. By the time we are 50 or so we should be able to mentor others and pass on some or our wisdom and knowledge. This happens when we are parents by simple osmosis, but in some cases we have to seek a way to accomplish it and find other people to receive our modeling and example. 

At least this is the message of George Valliant in his book Aging Well. This is one of the marks of successful aging. Mentoring helps you to feel useful and active and in touch with other people, especially those who are younger.

I've found a way. They aren't younger than I am, but some here enjoy reading poetry with me. We read favorites of different members and discuss the style and rhyme and meter as well as the message, and often the poet's life and experiences. People that don't participate have taken notice and given us news items of interest to poets and told us about poetry contests in the newspaper. It's sometimes hard to tell if other people think we are strange or just want to see what kind of bait they can throw out. I'm easy! I'll nibble at anything.  

Now, I'm reclaiming my dedication to writing. I've entered a contest. I'm ready to begin a new writing regime with deadlines and expectations. Next, I have to establish a daily word minimum and choose a genre to work in. I'm really interested in fiction. Maybe I'll start there. And also a little poetry. I'll let you know. 

America, Bless God!

     Everywhere I go I see the sign "God Bless America." I am not sure if it is a prayer, or a plea, or a command. I believe God has blessed America.

         At our very inception we have documents and historical evidence that our forefathers sought God and His blessing. The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution placed liberty and freedom as a top priority. God blessed those ideals. Slavery was surely a blotch on that intent, but the ideal itself triumphed. Even though it cost a destructive and divisive war, those blessed liberties won. America bless God.

         There have been other difficulties over which we have struggled, other wars which have tested our resolve, other calamities which have required our resilience. America bless God.

         On September 11, 2001 we experienced major attack on our homeland. We had never experienced bloodshed from foreign attack on our continental shores before. Let us not assume that God has deserted us. America bless God.

         In 225 years of this nation's existence God has indeed blessed us. It is time to return the favor. AMERICA BLESS GOD

Memories: Joy Unending

Cover of Humphrey Bogart

Watching old movies is a nostalgic adventure. Tonight I watched Casablanca. Humphrey Bogart never gets old, but I remember other people when I watch the movie besides the stars of a bygone era. I remember my mother and father taking me to the movies and even though I didn't understand the political intrigue depicted, I recognized their admiration of the of the stars and the story. 

The movie came out in 1942 which made it very timely for what was going on. In 1942 the United States had entered the Second World War but Europe had been embroiled in it since 1939. The story is a tragic love affair that is torn apart by the war. Casa Blanca was ar risk of becoming German territory. Rick's bar was a refuge for American and European ex patriots.




When I was first exposed to the movie, I did not appreciate it's very political and patriotic theme. Now I do, but I'm still struck by the many old stars in it. Ingrid Bergman, Louie Armstrong, Sidney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre, S.Z. Sakall, Paul Henreid, and Claude Rains make me realize the vast talent present in the old movies. They don't have the graphics and technical advances or more modern movies, but they had some extraordinary actors who used emotion, expression, and delivery.  Even in black and white I was impressed with their delivery and skill.

This screenshot shows Sydney Greenstreet and Humphrey Bogart in a discussion about whether Sam (Dooley Wilson) will come to work for Greenstreet. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This movie also had some memorable lines: "Here's looking at you, kid;" "Play it again, Sam;" "Of all the gin joints in all the cities in all the world, why did she have to walk into mine?" "Round up the usual suspects."

Old movies bring back lots of memories of lots of people, and not all of them are actors.

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Take Care of Your Hippocampus

Biological neuron schema (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I got my MS degree, the prevailing wisdom said we should not be foolish about doing things that damaged brain neurons because they are not replaced. We had all the neurons we were ever going to have in early childhood, and by the time we were 18 or 20 we would begin to lose them by the thousands every day. Some activities cause more loss that is necessary: alcohol, drug use, toxic substances in food or air.  For this reason it makes sense to preserve your brain cells if you can. You will lose lots of them anyway, but don't be careless with them.  

Current research tells us that we can guard against loss by using them. We should be doing things that put a demand on brain cells because the more they are used the less chance they have to atrophy. It's the same message we get for using our muscles: use it or lose it. When we use the transmitters in the cell, it is stimulated to replace it. This keeps the cell active and vital. Doing crossword puzzles is stimulating to the brain cells and replenishes the transmitters in them. 

It also makes new connections. It is the number of connections, not the number of cells that makes you smarter. The message you need to hear about your brain is: keep it active and use it a lot. 

A newer finding on the care and training of you brain says that, contrary to the former information , you really can form new neurons in the brain. This is called neurogenesis. It happens in the hippocampus where new memories are made. The hippocampus is a structure in the Limbic system associated with emotion. The new cells won't replace your old cells that have died. The old cells still die and their information is gone, but the new cells can and must be trained to make new memories and learn new information. The neurogenesis is stimulated by demand on the brain. Learning a new language or doing difficult math problems is a possibility. Reading physics papers and playing music that requires concentrated study might accomplish the goal.

Use your brain. Use it a lot. You will benefit from the effort of learning and you might even grow some new cells. It's up to you!

Bible Study and Poetry Reading

I am feeling sad and lonely. And very bored. Last Wednesday I finally got a group of people to join me in Bible study. I was thrilled. Then on Friday I invited several people to join me to read poetry. Sad to say, nobody showed up, but take heart. On Saturday afternoon, quite by chance I met Alberta in the library and we did read some poetry and talked about it and some of the authors we like. These events should give me some encouragement But today I still feel that vacant spot in my future. 

I don't want activity. I want purpose. I want something to extend beyond the moment when we meet. It's not that I miss reading the Bible. I do that alone. I comment on it and research it and examine it's truths alone. Poetry reading is sort of like Bible reading. There are truths contained here that take meditation and reflection and exploration. Sharing it with someone else is valuable and it blesses me. Hearing someone else's view or interpretation is important, too.

I think this is a very boring subject to most people. It doesn't have any explosions, and nobody gets dismembered. There are no touchdowns or home runs. We all keep our clothes on.

Bible study and poetry reading touch the heart of  faith and the beginning of emotional connection to others. Both activities embrace the world of ideas. Nursery rhymes were some of the first poetry we learned, and they stay with us all our lives. Poetry carries the passion of the young lovers and the lament of the bereaved. 

I want to continue to share this message: Study your Bible and read poetry. Both will bless your life. 

Getting Older, Living Longer

I finally got someone to agree to read poetry with me and she didn't show up. Oh, well, I can read poetry alone. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. Poetry, like art, can be enjoyed alone. The communication is between the author and the reader, or in the case of art, between the artist and the viewer. 

When I read Robert Frost's poetry, it's my soul crying out to him or the universe or the snow storm that resonates in my mind. I don't really need other people. It is nice to share the experience with others, but the poem is just as meaningful when I read it alone.

The research studies teach us that isolation is detrimental. We will live longer is we have more human contacts. When I was studying to become a psychologist, one professor informed us that human contacts are correlated to longevity. He said that even if you don't like the person, you do need to maintain the relationship. More relationships mean a longer life. I keep remembering the old joke about living longer: Maybe you don't live longer; it just seems like it.

After living at the home for a little over five months, I have decided that I'm willing to take the risk. I don't really want meaningless connections. I would enjoy some relationships with more people if there is something to experience together or we can discuss ideas and events that bless us, but just joint boredom doesn't meet the criteria for friendship, support, or even casual acquaintance. I'll keep reading poetry and seeking someone to share it with. There are other things I'd do with others. Watch TV as long as there is enough silence to hear what the actors are saying. I'll even attend the watercolor class as long as I'm not really expected to be an artist. Human contact that is meaningless doesn't excite or inspire me. I don't think I'd go to the trouble of extending my life if that's all there is to it.

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Let's Go to the Art Exhibit

Sometimes there is a break in the clouds and the laughter pours in like the morning sun to fill your day with new light and a moment of hilarity. Today the residents of "the home" had the opportunity to visit the art museum and go to Dairy Queen. I went. We rode on our bus which is pretty convenient unless you need a wheel chair or walker, but, even then, it's mostly possible. There are people who are more concerned about the walker than the safety and convenience of either themselves or others. 

Several of the people who participated are members of the watercolor class that Renee teaches. She is an excellent artist and I enjoy her flamboyant and gregarious personality. 

Most of the people who undertook the journey were able to walk around and enjoy the display. They listened to the description of various techniques and expressed admiration for some of the pictures. Some people did not ride the bus but came in private cars. Judy and Ram came alone and Sarah, the Enrichment Director, came and brought James. Sarah knew she would have to return to "the home" for Social Hour which began at 4 pm so she had to get back in time to prepare for that. When it was time to return one of the bus riders, Jim, joined Sarah, the ED and James, but he did not inform Remee who had arranged the tour.  She became very distraught going back to the restrooms in the museum to check to make sure he wasn't there. Then she went to the library next door and did not find him there.

At that point she decided we would seek him at Dairy Queen and hope he was not lost forever. 

One of the other riders said, "You would think he would be more considerate than that."
Another said "I don't know him. Is he really like that?"

Jim is the head of the Resident Council and most certainly is not inconsiderate or irresponsible, but he does ordinarily drive his own car. He is not used to reporting to a keeper. In his defense, he said that their were people sitting near the door who saw him leave with Sarah, but they denied any knowledge of his whereabouts.

All was well. At the Dairy Queen Sarah, Jim. and James were resting comfortably in a booth eating ice cream. Renee challenged Jim immediately and prescribed 30 minutes of standing in the corner for breaking protocol.

Renee was overheard vowing never to arrange, supervise, or even suggest an activity again. 

I had fun. Remember school outings. There was always some disruptive kid who got lost, or sick. He or she was scolded and reprimanded, but the rest of us enjoyed the whole thing immensely.