The Seasoned Citizen

August 16, 2017

Silvia was born in Hong Kong and came to New York on vacation. Chris was raised in New Jersey and came to New York for college, grad school and work  But for the flip of a card, Chris and Silvia might never have met. There is a registry where people with “extra beds” sign up to host visitors ...

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My mother became a widow in her 91st year. She and my father had shared 70 years together, not only as lovers, but also as partners in a medical career. Where Dad was reticent, she was outgoing; where he was staid, she was bubbly. Their practice flourished because of his diagnostic ability and her ...

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I love fairy tales. Cinderella and her glass slippers; Beauty and her enchanted Beast; Rapunzel, captive in her towering fortress; Snow White, saved by the dwarfs from an Evil Queen and from eternal sleep by love’s first kiss. I sometimes think life is a fairy tale, or, perhaps, as Edgar Allan ...

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This is a love letter. Having never written a love letter to a newspaper before, I ask you to please bear with me. I’ve always believed that the only constant in life is change and sometimes fortune cookies hit the nail on the head. My last one read, “Relish transitions in your life... they will ...

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In the movie “Moonstruck,” the seasoned citizen grandfather says, “The old are not wanted and their opinions do not count... “ I never thought I’d believe that but, as age catches up with me, I suddenly discover that there are things I cannot do, that seemingly only yesterday were second nature ...

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When my son was about 8 years old, I opened a drawer inside his desk to borrow a pencil. There, right before my eyes, glued to the bottom of the drawer, was a hand written note that read “Dragons Are Dying, Save Them.” What could that cryptic message have meant? Because he was reluctant to ...

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I am a cat woman. The cleverness, independence and fastidiousness of cats are a reflection of how I see myself... only they do it better. Aside from the first year of our marriage, when we had Fruitcake, a really nutty rabbit, my husband and I always shared our home with dogs and cats.  Dogs ...

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In the early years of our marriage, we lived in a community of co-op garden apartments and friendships were forged there that lasted for many, many years. Our two best friends, Roz and Harry, had moved to New York from Rhode Island and had a daughter, Francine, who went to grade school with our ...

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When my husband, Jason, and I were courting—nice old word, isn’t it?—we spent a great deal of time in Greenwich Village. As a matter of fact, our first date was at the “Circle in the Square” to see Ben Johnson’s play, “Valpone.” Although entering my senior year in college, I was still only 17 ...

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Today I called the World Trade Center Health line to report my husband’s death in 2016. Every year since 9/11, Jason was sent a health report to fill out and, according to their representative, was one of a group that did so diligently. Jason was a very diligent person. Whatever he did, he did ...

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I have two daughters born 16 months apart and a son who is 11 years younger than Ilene, my younger daughter... and just in case you’re wondering, that was by choice, not by accident! I was only 19 when my first child was born, so it was almost like having two families. When our son, Chris, was ...

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My daughter, Ilene, just gave me a token that reads: “Adversity introduces a woman to herself and her power.”  Many years ago, while shopping in the now defunct A&P, I found a giant, really ugly stuffed frog, almost as tall as I was. It was brand new, sitting on a shelf, but had no price ...

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In the early 1980s, I served on a country-wide committee to determine whether the internet should be made available for use to the public. The consensus of opinion was “not yet.” The powers-that-be, as usual, ignored our findings and “Pandora’s box” was once again opened to a world not ready to ...

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This morning, he held me close and whispered, “I think I love you more now than ever,” and I remembered the first time I saw him, leaning against a cabana wall at the beach club. His hair was blue-black then and his skin bronzed by the sun. He wore maroon swim trunks and carried “The Marquis de ...

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H. Rider Haggard’s classic book, “She,” chronicles the life of the eternal woman whose name, Ayesha, means “giver of life” in Arabic. When my first grandchild was born, I was still capable of having children of my own and really deplored the idea of being called “Grandma.” My husband, Jason, and ...

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The other day I opened a telephone directory (yes, they still exist), devised and published by a Seasoned Citizen community. Guess what was on page one? An ad for a funeral home. Not an uplifting poem or an interesting picture, no—the first page was an ad for a FUNERAL HOME. YUK! Have you ever ...

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I had an interesting conversation with my eldest daughter the day after our almost ides of March snowstorm hit. She was back at school waiting for her students to arrive, and I suggested it might have been beneficial to have had another snow day. Lisa was adamant. Schools and businesses must ...

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We have always been told that as we age we would enter into our “Golden Years.” Well, they’re here and you know what I’ve discovered? They’re not golden at all or even brass... they’re rusty! The aches and pains and insecurities we’ve suffered all our lives become magnified and loom ...

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I am a “Seasoned Citizen.” Not a Senior Citizen—that, to me, is diminishing; not an Octogenarian—that’s something I cannot accept, because it sneaked up on me when I wasn’t looking. Why “Seasoned Citizen”? Think about it—seasoning brings out the best in everything. Aged or seasoned wine; ...

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