This last week(end) we went down to the south, to visit the Carolinas, the very heartland of Southern charm and culture. While waiting for the connecting flight to SC in the airport, I was staring at the departure board, when a really elderly lady, who was knitting something next to me, let out a gasp, and said;
“Can you wear those shoes on a kayak?”.
I turned to see her staring at my sandals. I wear these nice, rugged sandals that are perfect for hiking for two little reasons. They’ve got fantastic soles, and so you can walk on hills even while letting your feet breathe, and the nicest thing about them are that their toes are capped, so you cannot stub your toes.
The lady (who, a little later, told me that she was 87 years old) was rather chatty. She called herself a “curious Southern girl”, but really was just an old lady who loved to talk. She was from North Carolina, but now lived in a retirement/old age home in Maine. I felt a little sad on hearing her story. She lived alone out there, but had some (old) friends in the same apartment. Her great source of entertainment was taking out her little plastic kayak on the lake close to which she lived. It really seemed like a very lonely life, far away from family. She told me of one story, of a neighbor dying in his sleep. No one found out he was dead for a whole week. By then, the hallway started smelling, so they finally entered his apartment to find him rotting.
She’d lived an interesting life, first out in the country (where she had her own Appaloosa horse as a girl), and then as a nurse in various towns in the south. She’d had two hopeless marriages to two drunks, the first of whom she kicked out (and was proud of it), and the other she left (and was proud of it too). Her little joy was visiting her sons and their kids, once every year or two. Her other great joy seemed to be her new dentures (which I said looked perfectly real, and that made her very happy too).
She hadn’t visited her sons for two full years now. While she asked me where I was from, she started talking about how much she missed the south.
“It’s the food you miss most of all”, she said (while I shuddered thinking of Southern food).
Then she suddenly regained her chirpiness, and excitedly exclaimed (in a typical Southern drawl);
“Ya know what? I’m going to have the time of my life the next two weeks, eatin’ all the food I’m not allowed to eat. Ah told ma boy he’s to let me eat what I want now. And I told him to come and git me at the airport, and have with him a big cup of chilli, and some rice and barbecue.”
And (as I tried not to gag), she gave one of the happiest smiles I’ve seen on any one in a long time.
What struck me, is an 87 year old lady kayaking, even if it is perhaps on a placid lake. Strikes you how the notions of what old people can, should and want to do are so different in different parts of the world. Nice story
Heh....yes, I know exactly what you mean. And it's nice that older folks here are encouraged to still enjoy their lives. And they aren't considered archaic at 60 or 70, and try to have fun even in their eighties.
Thanks for sharing this Sunil. It was delightful. Reminded me of this lady I met a few weeks ago on the shuttle back from the airport. A middle-aged nurse from some town in Missouri who was going blind (bilateral macular degeneration) and had come over to enroll in a clinical trial to see if that could help her. She hadn't let it affect her spirit though. From the moment she got on the shuttle she wouldn't stop talking ("I don't give a rat's pattootie about where I sit . . .) and when she found out I was a doctor, well, I was immediately admitted to her conversation and her humor. "I tell you, doc, I work in a jail and some of those pedophiles, well, I don't see so good, but I don't mind stabbing them a few times when I take their blood."
I wonder how she's doing.
Fascinating story, karrvakarela...........hehe......
It's remarkable, sometimes, seeing this kind of spirit and independence in old people here.....
For the toothless to sing,
And roll back those years :)
Once I played silkroad, I did not know how to get strong, someone told me that you must have silkroad gold. He gave me some sro gold, he said that I could buy silkroad online gold, but I did not have money, then I played it all my spare time. From then on, I got some silk road gold, if I did not continue to play it, I can sell cheap silkroad gold to anyone who want.
I like a game which needs to use runescape gold, when you do not buy runescape, you must borrowrs gold from friends, or you get runescape money. If you getcheap rs gold, you can continue this game.
Post a Comment