Wednesday, December 28, 2011

My Birthday Ruminations

Today is my 55th birthday.  It doesn't particularly bother me to be getting older, except for the aches and pains.  I would much rather be 55 than to be reliving the angst and uncertainty of being 25.  When you reach my age you know what you like and don't like without confusion.  Also, you begin to "suffer fools" badly.

I have always wanted to age gracefully.  There is something slightly embarrassing about an older woman wearing the makeup and clothing of a much younger woman.  At this point my grandmother would say something about putting makeup on a pig or some such old saying.

My big goal has always been to be Aunt Bea when I get older.  You remember Aunt Bea from the Andy Griffith Show?  Here's a picture in case you don't.

Aunt Bea reminded me of my grandmothers and great aunts.  She exuded comfort and a satisfaction with her life.  She was kind and did nice things for others.

I also like the way Aunt Bea was beautiful, but you always knew her true age.  She dressed well, with modest dignity.  She took a certain pride in being clean and nicely put together.  I want to just hug her and smell the scent of Cashmere Bouquet.

Sigh.  One of the other things that comes with age is missing the old days and the people that have passed.  Well, "no regrets" is all that I can say about my life so far.

God bless,


  1. Happy Birthday and bless you for reminding us that we really "Should" look our age!

    Guess I should finally donate those white size 7 jeans to Salvation Army, hugh??

  2. Happy Birthday Pam. I'll be 55 also in 2 more months. And I agree with you about Aunt Bea.

  3. Hi Pam Happy Birthday and may God bless you and yours in this New Year and always. I was 56 on Dec. 16. I stopped dying my hair almost 2 years ago. It happened that a day came when I saw a woman with her grey roots showing (in an extreme fashion) against her dyed red hair and I determined on that day, that the only thing worse than having grey hair was trying to hide that grey hair. And so... I, too, aim to live as graciously as Aunt Bea.