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Updated on March 25, 2010


Here is an excerpt of an article I wrote two years ago for a school project about our senior generation and thought that it would be interesting for other hubbers to read. Especially the baby boomers like me !!!


Turning back the pages of time through the experienced eyes of our seniors for me personally has been and continues to be an amazing journey!

Seasoned travelers of life ranging in age from early sixties right up to 100 and a little more often take me on a magic ride through almost a century of decades as they share their personal trials, tribulations and triumphs.

Mesmerized I listen to each one as they willingly share with me what it was like to be young during the twenties dancing the Charleston or the Shimmy and driving in an automobile because back then of course cars were a brand new invention.

It was during the twenties that the Flappers came on the scene, mainly young girls whom raised their hems to just below the knee, wore rayon stockings folded over garters, flirted and smoked, much to the disdain of the older generation back then.

There were also the preppy Gibson girls who wore pencil skirts and kept their hair long.

All too soon due to the Great Depression in 1939 this lighthearted period of fashion and fun became a memory as the forties ushered in World War 11 and many young men had to go off and defend their country.

Because of the war a large percentage of women joined the working force and family life began to change considerably. Partly for the better and partly for the worst.

Inbetween all the hardship and heartbreak people worldwide tried to cling onto as much normalcy as they could so weddings and the births of babies continued, particularly at the end of world war two, hence the term Baby Boomers, all of whom are now middle aged or older and I am one of them so in about twenty years we will be the new seniors. Interesting. Of course we will be wanting to listen to ‘Shake me up baby now…”, rather than , ‘Down by the Olde Mill Stream.”

Still, whilst I am young enough at 53 to work with our present day seniors I will continue to enjoy caring for them and learning from them as they share with me and others the different chapters of their lives ; how they spent their holidays, the type of homes they grew up in, where they went to school and for some college, serving in the armed forces, embarking upon a career as a doctor, nurse, teacher, lawyer, banker, opening up a business, or getting married , raising a family and managing a home.

Many came from large families so chores and discipline were a very necessary part of the dayily routine. Remember,way back then clothes were washed by hand and hung out to dry so there were set days for washing and ironing which simultaneoulsy served as the neighbourhood grapevine. Today, thanks to modern technology seeing a clothes line draped with clean laundry billowing in the breeze is indeed a rare sight compared to the good old days when these classic and colorful wires became the gossip express lines!

Just about everyone in the community knew who was expecting or had a new addition to their family, who was getting married or divorced, having an affair, who was ill or had died...the good with the bad , either way news got around and fast. Imagine, all this way before email and facebook were even heard of!

Before the fifties there was no television so many read for entertainment or listened to the radio.

On Sundays shops were closed and church was a must then came the delicious Sunday meal followed by family visits which meant afternoon tea and cake! I'm certain that back then nobody was counting any calories either.

Some of the ladies shared their recipes with me , most of them time consuming but with mouth watering results! Besides, in those good ol' days nobody was in a rush and microwaves had not yet been invented.

The men also enjoy telling me about their baseball and fishing escapades and when they were in the service.

These wonderful people, yesterday’s youth and today’s golden generation gave so much in a lot of different ways, asking for little in return . The very least us younger folk can do is listen to them and learn from their enriching life experiences.

We should appreciate and respect our elderly and as a very small token of my own gratitude I have written the following poem and dedicate it to all of them.


Grey hair is a crown of wisdom, wrinkles the words of time
penned by the hand of experience, a story in every line;
telling so many stories of those bygone years;
victories, defeats, laughter and tears,

how unselfishly you paved the way

leading up to all the great things we enjoy today,

because with your hands then firm and strong

long ago when you were still young

you planted those precious seeds

and now it is our turn to willingly meet all your needs.


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