Saturday, February 25, 2006

Praiseworthy Poem

A wise, mature friend sent this poem to me and I thought it was most praiseworthy.

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old----
So many fine things to do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold
And silks need not be new:

And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

Karle Wilson Baker

Today we have what we call "youth culture" and there seems to be a great deal of emphasis on youth. But I think the youth have much to learn from those who have lived and experienced life. For centuries we have included our elderly in our lives and families, but it seems more and more the elderly are put aside. Fortunately, I grew up in a family that did not do this. I knew and spent time with my Great Grandmother, three great aunts and uncles, grandparents and even my Great, great Aunt. In addition I knew many older people in my church family growing up. They were wonderful people. They all had so much to share and were such a valuable part of my formation. I'm so blessed to have known them and I am forever changed by them. The Bible instructs the older generation to teach the younger. There is so much wisdom in that. Emerson said that, "every generation creates their own bible." Well, in anything great that I undertake I like to consult the experts. Who more expert in life than one who has lived it and lived it well?


Spinneretta said...

DH and I are always commenting on how our culture could learn much from others... ones where the elders are much more respected than those in our society.
We often talk about how we do not think the country is geared towards the elderly... the lack of public transportation, the distressing problems with healthcare...
It is such a shame, our elders hold a lot of knowledge from their experiences...

Katrin said...

Hallo Jill,
I don´t believe in god or use the bible, but I´m really agree with you. I grew up with my grandparents, aunts, uncles , cousins in the same town, spent my holidays with them at the campingplace. We are a huge family. But now all the grandchildren ( my cousins) are scattered to the four winds. I´m missing my huge family and I´m happy when we meet us sometimes to a gathering. My children spend(t) some of their holidays with their grandparents too and are in contact with grand-grandma and grandaunts. Just now our youngest daughter Leah is spending a week with my parents, and I know my mum, aunts and grandmum care the graveyard, where our relatives buried, and they tell Leah alot of the relatives.
When I was the last time visiting my parents I saw how old they got and felt anxoius about, who will care for them ? We three daughters live so far away and will I care for them? So many questions and I´ve spoken about that with my sisters. But really no one want to think really about it.Here we will have the space to have them with us, but there are already Thomas´parents here, and I don´t know if I want to care for four older people. I think that will be tomuch. I´m afraid when the time will comes to decide such things.

Jill said...

Hello Katrin! It's interesting to see that things aren't so different in my life and yours and yet we live half a world apart! I was just thinking again this morning about all those years with my family and how so many are gone now and I do miss them. We don't know how precious it is until it's gone do we.