I just read a short story by Jim Martin, a pastor and also a school teacher in Missouri. A great spoof of an elderly guy in a nursing home searching for happiness, The guy turns out to be the King himself. Well you must admit he has to be somewhere (if he ain’t dead!). Our family had one super Elvis fan; Sherry’s Sister Colette was a dedicated fan of the King. Anyway it is a Great short story on Associated content. http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/5497920/tour.html?cat=44Jim posts some good short stories there. This one is about 700 words.
I know for all who was around in his hey-day, he will be forever young.
Who knows what he looks like now, hiding away?
Mr. Cool that is for sure.Elvis got me side tracked.
I tried to get my mama to see some of the suitors that showed up at her door after dad died, but she said, “ I had my man son.” So she never remarried. Some folk can live like that, others must have a mate or company if you wish. It is always company they wish, in the years after 70 (Just ask anyone 40 or below, don’t dare ask the folk over 75 if sex is still possible!) Yeah, they keep lying to me too!
Most folk in their senior years can find happiness, if their adult children or other jealous seniors will let them. I have been asked how long should a person wait after the death of a spouse before they start seeing someone? My cute answer is, “The day of the funeral is not a good idea!” But there is no set time. There are some folk, who enjoy running other folks lives, who will never see enough time. The answer is whatever the person concerned feels comfortable with. FORGET THE BUSY BODIES, EVEN THE CHILDREN WHO WANT TO TELL YOU HOW TO SPEND YOUR LIFE!
As a senior we don’t have the luxury of a five year courtship (if you plan to get married). Do what makes your life complete and ignore the snide remarks, they don’t count anyway.
Take care and thanks for coming this way.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,
lying in hospitals, dying of nothing.
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I was an Elvis fan. I have a necklace, key
change and a bottle of Elvis wine I had a poster
and I gave it to Peggy.
One will never know how lonely it is to be by yourself until it happens. "AIN'T EASY"
Shirl
I sure never planned to find myself alone. I don't like it at all but I never met anyone else so here I am a widow of 18 years come November. I know some that have really been upset when their parent remarried. I don't know how my kids would feel. They never said. I was and still am an Elvis Fan. Wouldn't it be something to see him now
Jack, I was recently sent an invitation to an information session for males only.
Since it was to be held at the local golf course that I use weekly and offered a full set down luncheon bar and drinks, I eagerly signed up without even reading the entire invitation.
Started my golf round about 8 AM on the day of the event. It was a lovely morning and the weather was prefect.
Had one of my better rounds and then washed up and presented myself at the open bar. Had a good double Manhattan and sat down for lunch which was presented well and the roast beef was tender, juicy and tasty. Desert was apple pie ala mode, one of my favorites. .
There was a group of about fifty men there and all were friendly and we had a good conversation at our table.
As we were finishing up with a good coffee a gray haired, professional looking man got up and introduced himself. He explained that he was a MD and had a masters in psychiatrist. He went on that he was writing a book and gathering statistics to support a theory that he had.
He thanked us for attending and said "I only have the one question for you and then you can all leave or return to the bar which will be open until the last man standing.
He then presented his question which was how often do you have the sex. He explained that his theory was that the more often a man had the sex the happier he would be.
He started by asking how many had the sex two or three times or more a week and asked those who did to stand up. Much to my amazement about half of the group stood up. They of course were smiling from ear to eat. As he asked for those who had sex once a week another large group arose, and had big smiles.
He then commented that this validated his theory but he would continue asking for those in the twice a month and then those for once a month.As each of these groups stood it was very apparent they were not as happy as their predecessors.
When he asked if any one only had sex twice a year no one stood up, so he thanked us again and said we were free to go our own way.
With that I jumped and started waving my arms and showing a very cheerful look on my face and shouted "How about me?"
He gave me an odd ball look and said "Well I thought I had covered everyone in the room, but OK, how often do you have sex." I told him I was seventy nine years and only had sex once a year still with a big smile and enthusiasm. "Well, you certainly disprove my theory. How come you are so happy about only have sex once a year?"
I responded dheerfully and loudly.
"TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT"
It was Elvis we listend to, me and my first girl friend - thank you for the memories; it was even on a pick up - how fleeting time has become...
It was Elvis Vs Jerry Lee Lewis at our house! You know who won out. Your post means I will have to ask my sister tomorrow what she remembers about it. "Don't Step On My Blue Suede Shoes" got me slapped across the face by a girl at church who was wearing blue suede shoes and I stepped on them 'cause it was the "in" thing to do amongst our age group (16 or 17) Come to think of it, my face is still stinging! ☺ ☻
my mom never remarried after my dad died and they were only married 6 years and she lived to 85 years old. She said like your mom, that she had her man, she said she had the best, she didn't want to take her chances second time around (and she also didn't want to have some other man take on raising us 3 kids)
told my husband to get married again whenever he was ready if I died before him. told him I probably wouldn't get married again or at least right away. I never was on my own and although it might be lonely, I want that opportunity of living on my own and making decisions without having to take into consideration anyone else's feelings. I also said to make sure he did marry someone else and just not play house without the benefit of a marriage license if he decided to go down that road. I don't know, I think he was a bit uncomfortable talking about this all but in reality one or the other one of us most likely will be left alone......
betty
Hi Jack and Sherry...got my dose of smiles and laughter this morning...reading your blog does that for me...I never did care for Elvis...and I am not looking for a "nursing" home...and if hubby died before me...that's it...won't be looking anywhere for replacement either...hope your friend Gary is doing better...it is hot, humid, and just plain miserable here in KY today...and has been for past couple days...I love it LOL...pool doing just fine...threw a rock at Pickle for chasing a Robin...it wasn't a nice thing to do...but she has been warned..time and time again..anyway...just dropping by to say hello and God Bless...hugs and love from Ora in KY
Awww, the sweet melodious tunes coming out of that sweet crooked grinned, oh so handsome fella. I loved Elvis and still crank up the volume when ever his songs are played. It makes me a teenager again. One can dream.
The neighbor fella put a ring on his lady friends finger last year. When we asked when the wedding was, he said, he believes in 20 yr. engagements. He's 78 and she's 82. ROFL Bless their hearts for keeping each other company.
When my sis told Mom , whatever makes her happy, about another guy since Dad passed away, Mom, says " I'll just wait til all you kids are gone, (meaning dead), then I'll think about it." Mom just turned 81...she's so healthy and full of spunk, she just may pass us all up. It really is up to the individual. Personally, there was a time I would have dreaded being alone, but now, with Bill, I just want to grow old with him and can't see myself moving beyond. Tonight's the night.
BlessYourHeartsYouLovebirdsYou
IT WOULD BE WELL FOR CRITICS TO HAVE A PHOTO OF MONA LISA THERE ON THE WALL BEING ILLUMINATED WITH A SOFT LIGHT .
THE CRITIC OR THE BUSYBODY WITH SO MUCH ADVICE OR ANY OTHERS INTERESTED IN SEXUAL FEELINGS OF FOLKS OVER SEVENTY OR EIGHTY OR EVEN NINETY, TAKE A DEEP BREATH, RELAX WHEN EXHALING AND FOR AN ANSWER, STUDY CLOSELY THE MONA LISA SMILE FOR AN ANSWER.
ANOTHER THING TO REMEMBER, LADIES ARE NOT ENCUMBERED WITH PROSTATE PROBLEMS AND IN FACT MAY ENJOY YOUTHFUL VIGOR.
DID I HEAR, 'HOW DO YOU KNOW ?
OBSERVE THE MONA LISA SMILE FOR THE ANSWER.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE AN ELDERLY LADY WITH WRINKLES PLUS INSIDE BEAUTY THAT IS THERE. sam
My grandfather was about 80 when my grandmother died and he remarried within 6 months and we were all so happy for him. He was so lonely and was losing weight. Grace gave him another 18 years and she is still a member of the family. Myself, I am ok alone, I had 27 great years with my perfect guy, but it would be nice to have someone to share all my cooking with!
Ok Jack, you didn't say anything about 80 year olds and their intimate life but as you know because I have never made it secret, Joe and my intimacy is holding hands while we go to sleep and that suits me fine. As for remarrying, I would not now and said I wouldn't after Lee died. We were both 37. There is a big age difference now as opposed to 37 so no I would not remarry and I am not preparing for a nursing home and hope I die before I end up in one. I just want to outlive Spunky.
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