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I Must Be Getting Older

Updated on January 12, 2012

Simpler Times


,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.


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      b. Malin 5 years ago

      A Wonderful and Thoughtful Hub on "Different Times" and losing friends and neighbors. When a good friend of ours died, it was so hard to imagine him gone...he was our age, we were young...or were we?...but still, it's always hard to lose Friends to death. Good Hub Alzel.

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      neeleshkulkarni 5 years ago from new delhi

      yes we sure are getting older and i can quite empathize with the mindset you are talking from but then it is also possible to view it as that we are moving towards a new adventure. we have tasted most of what is to taste in this world and learnt to accept that we cannot reach for the rest, so then, what next? death and a magnificent freeing from the constraints of the body and an exploration of a total unknown.

      how do u like the idea?

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I can relate to your feelings..Anyone with a heart should be able to..It is sad when we lose someone in death, and yes, I would be terrified to have small children..Thank you for sharing thoughts...

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      Catherine Tally 5 years ago from Los Angeles

      I clearly get your thought process. Your neighbor's death brought back memories of simpler times, more discipline, and better behavior. It makes us baby-boomers aware of the shocking passage of time. I'm sorry for the loss of your long-time friend/neighbor.

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      Alex Zelahy 5 years ago from Indiana

      I was very emotional when I wrote this last night. Her death brought back a flood of feelings about how all of us acted when I was young. I am sorry I confused you I guess we all can't be perfect.

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      Alex Zelahy 5 years ago from Indiana

      Glad you found time to comment

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      James Ranka 5 years ago from Port Neches

      Your hub is confusing. First, you write about death, and a sentence later I am now reading about kid's manners? What do these subjects have in common? (I've never seen an article begin with a comma before. This hub was quite the reading experience.)