My mother has reached the age where she has few peers. At ninety-six she is is a generation ahead of most baby-boomers. Several times when we’ve been out to eat, a gray-haired man has stopped by the table and asked to pay for her meal. They usually say they miss their mother.
people of all ages go out of their way to help Mother. Shoppers in the grocery store offer to get things off shelves. Neighbors offer to take out her trash or help in other ways.
Two little boys had stopped to visit Mother, then lingered to visit. She heard them talking outside her back door.
”Miz Swain’s old.” One remarked.
”Yeah, but she’s a nice lady.” the other replied.
”But she’s old. She’s just full of …..”He cast around for the right word.
”Oldness.” replied his friend. “She’s full of oldness.”





