I’ve been wanting to watch this documentary titled, Never Too Old, for quite a few weeks. A friend of mine from Canada downloaded it so I could watch it. It was on CBC Docs POV and all about a woman who earned her doctorate at the age of 81. Her name is Olive Bryanton. She is an advocate for women 85 and older who live in rural settings on Prince Edward Island, Canada.
She challenges the myths surrounding aging. She lobbied for change in legislation, which benefitted the women in her study who want to live at home, as well as all women struggling against ageism and the right to make decisions about their own future. She challenges the notion that older people are a burden to society with her research stating that only about 10% of this demographic are living in facilities other than their own home.
Here is her website.
Here is the article about her graduation.
Little by Little
They call it incrementalism. Okay, let’s stick with little by little.
We like immediate results, or at least we like to move quickly in the right direction. Slowly, little by little, and waiting don’t sound like progress words. When things happen slowly, we wonder what is going on. Could we be doing something wrong? Are we missing something?
According to the Joint Center for Housing Studies of Harvard University, just over 34 percent of the US population is aged 50 and over, and their numbers are rising rapidly with the aging of the baby-boom generation.
Our grandson loves to play hide and seek. He is two and a half. We love to play hide and seek with him.
There are two reasons why. First, we love watching him play. Secondly, we love watching how he plays.
He will run not far away and put his back against the wall. Then he covers his eyes. We love it. He thinks because he cannot see us, we cannot see him.
We do see him, he just doesn’t know it yet. Sooner or later he’ll grow beyond this game and know the truth. We will love him all the same, whether or not he understands it all now.
She wrote with her right foot.
Her name was Virginia. She and her elderly mother lived for a while with my grandparents in Taunton, Massachusetts, where my grandmother provided in-house care. Virginia was disabled by polio as a child, which left her without the use of her arms and hands. Her mother used to care for her until the workload became too great. So, they moved from Shreveport, Louisiana to Massachusetts, and that’s where I got to meet them.
Virginia wrote with a fountain pen. I was a nosy kid and asked a lot of questions. She even let me watch as she used her left foot to place the fountain pen between the first and second toe of her right foot. I would watch with amazement as she wrote letters to family and friends back in Shreveport.