When I’m 98

For Christmas, I got my dad a CD of  a Popular Mechanics-type magazine from 1919, the year he was born.  He loves mechanical type stuff.  Always did.  In two months, Dad will be 98 years old.  Here is the birthday card I found for him:

Funny how times change, isn’t it?

Dad has stories he loves to tell and retell again and again—always with different details.  The thing is, more and more his story endings evolve from the way things were to the way he wishes they had been.  No use correcting him.  No reason to.  He’s earned the right to own polished memories.  It’s what I will want when I’m 98.

 

“Nostalgia is the file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.”

~Columnist Doug Larson~

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6 Responses to When I’m 98

  1. Jean Stewart says:

    Sweet, Kay. And how lovely he has his memories to share–absolutely correct or slightly wistful. Happy Birthday to him!

    • kaystrom says:

      Yes, Jean. Even greatly wistful is okay with me. After 98 years living through everything from the Great Depression to World War II, from the Cold War to today’s political divisions, from riding horses to walking on the moon, from the Ozark Mountains to San Francisco, I think he’s earned the right to have the past his way. I called him tonight to pass on your birthday wishes.

      Love to you~ Kay

  2. B.J. Taylor says:

    Love your quote:

    “Nostalgia is the file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.”
    ~Columnist Doug Larson~

    And rough edges those good old days did have, sometimes in abundance. Thanks for the memories and Happy Birthday to your Dad!

    Love,
    B.J.

    • kaystrom says:

      Thank you, dear B.J. I really like that quote too. And I’m already making use of that file. I called Dad tonight to pass along your and Jean’s birthday wishes. He said, “B.J.? I remember her.”

      Love you,
      Kay

  3. My mother will be 97 this August and lived independently until three years ago. I call her every week and let her talk an hour. I’d actually welcome a little more edited nostalgia and less tempest-in-a-teapot reporting of the doings of assisted living.

    Had a moment of nostalgia myself last week stirring tapioca.

    • kaystrom says:

      Too bad we can’t get your mom and my dad together for a gab-fest. Not that my dad could hear her. Not that it would matter.

      I also had a nostalgic tapioca moment last week!

      ~ Kay

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