Seniors Speak Out

Seniors Speak Out

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for
every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real
or imaginary. We take responsibility for all we have
done and do not blame others.

BUT, upon reflection, we would like to point out that
it was NOT the senior citizens who took:

The melody out of music,
The pride out of appearance,
The romance out of love,
The commitment out of marriage,
The responsibility out of parenthood,
The togetherness out of the family,
The learning out of education,
The service out of patriotism,
The religion out of school,
The Golden Rule from rulers,
The nativity scene out of cities,
The civility out of behavior,
The refinement out of language,
The dedication out of employment,
The prudence out of spending, or
The ambition out of achievement,

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated
patience and tolerance from personal relationships and
interactions with others!!

Does anyone under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the
Star Spangled Banner? Just look at the Seniors with
tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they
stand at attention with their hand over their hearts!

Remember.......Inside every older person is a younger
person wondering what the heck happened!~~~~~
YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN!
The life of the party...even if it only lasts until 8 p.m.

I'm very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.

I'm usually interested in going home
before I get to where I am going.

I'm awake many hours before my
 body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time because
I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm very good at telling stories;
over and over and over and over...

I'm aware that other people's grandchildren
 are not as cute as mine.

I'm so cared for -- long term care, eye care,
private care, dental care.~~~~~
I'm not grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting,
crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Toyota
commercials, Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather, barking dogs,
politicians and a few other things I can't remember.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place.

I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.

I'm having trouble remembering simple words like.......

I'm realizing that aging is not for wimps.

I'm sure they are making adults much younger these
days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

I'm wondering, if you're only as old as you feel, how
could I be alive at 150?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts.....
I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and...
I think I am having the time of my life!

~ Stan Nemeth ~

Source: mamarocks.com

Grandmother's New Dress

My Grandmother was a little German lady that had a lot of pep in her step. She was always busy doing something.

She was about four foot tall and short waisted and thus it became hard for her to find clothes that would match her figure.

She loved to sew her clothes because she would know where to change the pattern to match her figure, but one day she was in a hurry and went out and purchased a new dress from the local Dress Shop in Town.

When she got home she got out her sewing basket and started to alter her new dress to fit her. She worked on her new dress all afternoon. And after supper she worked on it a little more.

She later came into the Living Room to visit with the family and we assumed that she had completed the dress to her satisfaction.

When it became our bed time we kids went to bed while mom, dad and grandmother stayed up for a while longer.

The next morning mom called us for breakfast and after breakfast it was my job to take out the garbage before going off to school. To my surprise in the top of the garbage can outside was my Grandmother's new dress. Thinking that she had meant to take out her trash and probably forgot that she had dropped the dress inside, I brought it back into the house.

If looks could kill, I would be dead. She quickly yanked the garment out of my hand and I never saw it again. I mean never again, not in her closet, on her person, or even in her garbage.

Knowing my Grandmother, she probably burned it.