Anonymous, Age 41
I just came across your blog. I just want you to know that you matter and I think what your doing is awesome!
Remember, you matter. =)
Anonymous, Age 41
I just came across your blog. I just want you to know that you matter and I think what your doing is awesome!
Remember, you matter. =)
Ellyn, Age 69years and 10 mos.
Almost at the big 70. Very conscious of this forthcoming birthday.
I feel excited and in awe.
My life has evolved in very unexpected ways….
I began as a high school English teacher, married, no kids.
Currently, I am a psychologist, divorced, (many)kids, grans, nieces, nephews, sisters. All through love.
I am blessed to be in good health.
That’s the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version (and you all know what that is!).
Sue, Age 71
I can’t believe I’ve found this site. I found you in a book I bought on the 70 things to do when you are 70. i’m a retired obgyn nurse practitioner, have lived a big and I think interesting life. would love to be involved with like minded people, hear their stories and share mine. how does this work, please reply. thanks
Joyce, Turning 70 on May 8
Hello to all the ladies out there who are approaching the decade of their 70’s. I am turning 70 on May 8, 2014…and wondering how that could be possible! :O) I can tell you it looks NOTHING like what I had planned when I was 20, that’s for certain. Coming of age during the era when women’s choices were very limited, I married very early and dedicated my life goal to making my husband successful…. and like many the illusion of that 50’s “Leave it to Beaver” lifestyle soon disintegrated leaving me totally unprepared for life as a single woman… a ‘displaced housewife” as we used to be called.
Over the years I have managed to survive on my own, and at 50 something went to college and attained a BA in Psychology and Communication, and went on to complete a MS in Behavioral Communication with a minor in Clinical Psychology. It was not a panacea for success and over the years I have struggled financially to maintain a decent life style going through several different occupations.
I have been teaching at a 2-year college for several years now and have found it to be the best thing in the world! However, as a result of the late start in life, retirement is not an option for me… all those years with not much income has not made Social Security much of an income supplement, even though I have postponed taking it until I turn 70.
I was faced with the dilemma of trying to figure out what the rest of my life would look like as I left my 60’s and entered my 70’s…. So, when I realized retirement was not a option… I decided I needed to look forward and that age was only a number! I enrolled in a Ph.D. program for International Psychology and will be completing that mid-2015 – with plans to establish an International Psychology Consulting Consortium.
Life is actually just beginning for me! I am a late-bloomer, but late-bloomers last longer! I have to chuckle at it all sometimes… I will probably be the only woman in her 70’s that uses her Social Security check to make payments on her student loans! Ironically, and actually a rather sad commentary on the cost of education and the state of many women in this country who are entering their later years with not much in the way of financial security…. I am not rowing this boat alone! I have flown without a “net” the vast majority of my life…. wish me luck! Joyce in Kansas
Judie, Age 69
I am finding I am almost panicked about turning 70. This will be a little past two weeks when “the day arrives” I am very depressed. I have no desire to go out much or do anything. It’s like I’m frozen. I have to admit that I am scared. I feel like my life is over, there’s nothing more worth anything to do in the world. I am feeling aches and pains that I didn’t have a year ago. I truley feel dead inside.
I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. My kids say things like, you don’t look 70, you will live into your 90’s. They don’t get it just as I never got it before this age. I am glad I found this website. I used to work in home health so I have met many patients that were 70 and beyond. Some just amazed me with their postive outlook even dealing with health problems. I don’t understand why having this information has not improved the way I’m feeling.
Jan 3rd 2014 will be the day it feels like my world is ending. I’m open to any advise. Hopefully my children are right and I still have several years ahead of me. I would like to enjoy them and not waste them.
We, Jane and Ellen, have an entry in this recently released book, edited by Mark Evan Chimsky. Our chapter, called “Gather Together!” describes the powerful energy and warmth we felt among the women in our many conversation groups.
The 70 chapters in 70 Things to Do When You Turn 70, are written by writers, men and women, who offer a positive outlook on this stage of life, and have lots of advice to share.
As stated in the Introduction, “It’s a book that inspires you to keep growing as you hit and pass your 70th year.”
Here’s the link to Amazon.com, so you can check it out for yourself.
Let us know what you think of it.
All written contributions were pro bono, and all proceeds will go to cancer research.
Jane, Age 73
The Heart of a Senior Center
As we segue from busy work lives to the more leisure pace of retirement, a vast array of possibilities lies before us. What to do with this ocean of time? I set about studying this question by listening to friends and acquaintances and by exploring my own neighborhood…a kind of elder-anthropological study.
A dear friend wrote to say as she turned 70, she was recruited into a senior dance corps. Singing and dancing had always been fun for this spirited women, and there she was, in her costume, ready to entertain audiences throughout the holiday season…with a brief break when her family all took her on a birthday celebratory Disney Cruise. She was having a ball!
I decided to investigate my town’s Senior Center. I was amazed at what I saw there.
This Senior Center fills every space in a one-story, compact facility. With an amazing enrollment of over five thousand local residents and another one thousand who live in other towns, it hosts between 300 and 350 each day, in a wide variety of well-attended activities.
The very capable white-haired Recreation Coordinator, who has been involved in the Center for the last ten years, considers people there to be her “family.” She knows many feel the site to be their “home away from home,” and provides a good “window” to observe the Center.
Through exercise classes, dances, knitting circle, arts, crafts, card playing, mah-jongg, table tennis, lectures, orchestra practice, weekly luncheons, and countless group trips, people over age fifty gather, become involved, and find, above all “companionship.”
The spirit of the place is apparent when one enters the door. Warm greetings at the front desk, shrieks of laughter from the table tennis room, Latin music from the Zumba class, the click of cue sticks on pool balls—the clack of the mah-jongg tiles—a comfortable place to be.
Before or after yoga or stretching groups, women drink coffee together and chat. Those who go on semi-annual bus excursions or fly to places abroad, get together back in town….New groups form while old ones endure.
Impact on the Seniors? The planner of all these activities stresses health, vitality, and social connectedness. Comments she has heard: “My doctor said I was the most limber seventy-five year old he had ever seen!” “You saved my life, when you made me see my doctor, when my heart rate was so high.” Backs have been strengthened, knee surgery avoided….spirits lifted.
Heart-warming are the random acts of kindness, and the graciousness and generosity toward each other that she sees among the members.
This gentle and warm-hearted woman has a chair beside her desk where anyone can come to sit and just talk; she listens. “Many live alone, or have no family around,” she explains. They just need someone to tell things to.” She patiently and empathically lends an ear.
When asked what she has gained from her experiences at the Center, she answers, “So many good friends that I could never leave and go anywhere else.” She’s learned that you can never tell what a person has been through in their life by the way they look, for she’s found that many have survived hardship.
Above all, from everything she’s seen, she’s convinced that, “Aging is a state of mind.”
How do you now spend your days? What new endeavors have you embarked upon?
Please share them here for our 70candles readers.
Anita Landa, age 80
IT’S AN OLD TRUISM that you’re old when you start thinking of time left. “Oh, look, I’m 50 and I only have 40 more years left to live…” But counting the years left isn’t exactly like facing the inevitable end of those years, the grim reaper in a black cape holding a scythe. That happens in the seventies. It starts with loss; I lost my best friend from grade school, from college, from graduate school in the second half of my seventh decade. Three loved close ones, age mates, life long intimates, gone. For a while after each death I could talk to them, but then the dead finally fade, die, they’re gone. Why? They got fatal diseases, they were misdiagnosed or not diagnosed early enough, they suffered from genetic disorders, who knows why, except they were getting old and who lives forever? Not them and, you suddenly realize, not you. Not you. Because at 79, it finally happens to you. To me. Very suddenly. Looks like a large tumor, growing quietly for god knows how long, probably inoperable. Further tests.
Waiting for the test results, I make a decision: let’s pretend I have only six months left to live. I’ve read enough articles about how to deal with the fatally ill to know what questions to ask. So, first of all, am I afraid? Surprisingly, no. What can I look back on? Having raised great children, been blessed with terrific grandsons; having had wonderful friendships with siblings and friends; having contributed what I could to educating adults and shortening wars. Are there friendships I’d like to mend? No. Old friends to reconnect with? If I had more time. Accomplish in the time left? Finish my memoir and some stories I’ve been writing. Identify family photos. I get up early the next morning and start working.
A week later the CAT scan shows that the tumor is a calcified fibroid, not life threatening, it’s not going to kill me. But it’s destroyed something: the delusion of immortality, of death being something that happens to other people or in a long, long time. I turned 80 bathed in joyfulness, grateful for every moment that’s still left me. I’d wish this could have happen in my seventies, but I think the seventies are about learning rather than celebrating. At least mine were.