Getting Old
Scott Mclean
Today’s talk will be a little more serious at times.
Lilli and I have started attending functions by a group who were seniors when I was a freshman. They make us quite welcome.
One of them was an older Scout welcoming me when I joined the Naches Heights troop. He’s still quite welcoming.
One is an older sister to a classmate of mine and a very young Tieton town council member when I was a Scout.
Another’s younger brother was a classmate of mine. That younger brother was part of my infamous senior prank with the sprinkler in the hall.
One ladies mother owned a Cafe I went to with my Mom when she worked at Blue Ribbon. I still remember playing one of Mom’s favorite songs on the jukebox. Ferlin Husky’s On the wings of a snow white dove.
Another’s wife and sister were classmates of mine.
Hope I haven’t missed too many.
The sad point is that you know you’re getting old when you spend so much time talking about who has passed recently. It’s a great bunch though, and the tone is kept lighter with us mainly recalling good times. Probably classifies as ancient history!
Gladly, I lost no friends at a young age. My son lost a friend and neighbor in 4th grade.
I went through a couple of years in my life where I was being continually asked to be a pallbearer for one relative or another. I guess it’s an honor that they thought to ask you but it was kind of a bummer and probably partly due to being one of the fairly strong young family members available. Maybe also because a lot of them called my smart ass streak a dry sense of humor.
These thoughts become more prevalent as you go through the twilight of your years. I will try to get back on the lighter side for the next one.
Bye!