I want to introduce myself. I will be celebrating my 90th birthday in January, 2012 and I find it exciting to share some of the things that were/are of interest and importance to me. As you might surmise, many interests are intertwined with memories as well.
I have never felt the need to make a huge splash in the world, and I like the concept of being a wave interacting with all the other waves making up the ocean of life. However, there is a great need now for actions that may result in such splashes in order to accomplish the changes greatly needed in various aspects of today’s world.
I was born on a working farm in central Illinois and left the farm after my marriage to my college sweetheart for us both to begin our careers in teaching, then on to having children. My husband became a principal for children, kindergarten through 8th grade; In a different school, I taught 7th, 8th and 9th graders the subject of mathematics. Both my husband and I felt our home and our own children must be our first consideration, but were fortunate to achieve our goals in our careers. Our marriage outlasted our teaching days and our days of rearing children and we celebrated our 68th year of marriage before his death.
It is interesting that I now find myself back in the city nearest the farmland of my birth. The memories of my childhood on the farm and the relationship with all the people and the animals of my youth are back so strongly. My husband also grew up on a farm and has written a few articles about his farm life which I shall probably use in my writings as well. His love for children and animals was so evident. After his retirement, Bob volunteered to help second graders improve their reading skills; read stories weekly to some pre-schoolers and, after not having the chance to do much of the teaching in his school as principal, did substitute teaching in the town of our retirement. He was in his early 60’s agewise, quite ancient to a small child, and during one of his substitute teaching assignments in the second grade, we learned a phrase that we used often to handle particularly rough moments in our lives. Bob was holding only one sheet of paper as he was speaking and there was a bit of a tremor. A little girl, with her childhood concern, asked “Mr. Frame, why is your hand shaking?” Before Bob could reply, a little boy popped up with “Wal, he’s a gettin’ old!” Although we often chuckled over that comment, it was straight to the point and of such value that, when we happened to forget something important, we just quoted “Wal, I’m a gettin’ old!” A good sense if humor is so vitally important to help anyone slow the aging process whatever his present age.
The aging process has become one of my newer interests and it is actually somewhat fascinating. The greatest help in coping with the process is, as I inferred above, maintaining a good sense of humor, and especially the ability to laugh at yourself. The aging process gives innumerable occasions for such times. Perhaps I shall review a few of them in later writings.