I Must Be Getting Older
,I am at the age where people I know and the parents of people I have grown up with are dying. Death is the sobering slap that hits you hardest when you yourself have experienced illness or an accidental injury where you might be in grave danger. A friend died in December this year and even though he was eighty six his death affected me. He had survived heart attacks and by-pass surgery and had overcome life changing arthritis. His death was swift and silent as he napped in his chair and he went peacefully into the night. The person that passed away today was a mother of a group of brothers and sisters whom I grew up with. I always though she was a very good mother. The kids were always clean and very well behaved. I never heard any of them sass there mother or tell her she was stupid. When I told my wife who grew up across the street from me and knew this person and family I said” You know Janet, Mrs. Applegate passed away today,” That's right even though I knew her first name I felt the need to address her as Mrs. , although she was only seventeen years older than me. That is just the way I was raised. Adults were addressed as Mr. or Mrs. sir or madam. At my age I notice the manners children have today. Sure I grew up in a simpler time when a kid could play till dark outside. We took long bike ride trips and played in streams and woods and never worried about the evil out there. Parents have a lot to worry about and if I had young children today maybe I too would arm them with pagers and tracking devices. Seems like every one is out for their own carnal pleasures and children are fair game. Sometime I think maybe it is the technology that fans the flames. Still as we progress there should be no excuse for bad manners.