The Growing Years
~a scotia creation

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Suddenly we reach the golden years in our lives and start to
recollect thoughts on how we got here, what we did along the way,
who was there for us as we strolled down that path that led us to where
we are now.

Our first steps were taken when Mom and Dad saw us scamper
across the room with no help from nearby furniture or anyone holding
onto us. They were so happy and they showed that happiness by giving
us a big hug.

All of a sudden we became two, then we were three, then we were four.
We could do lots of things by that time; some we weren't supposed to do,
but we did them. And by the time we were eight we even knew how to
tie our shoes. We were in grade school then learning our ABC's and oh
what fun we had at recess jumping rope, playing hopscotch, watching
the cute boys playing ball or tag.

Few more years and we were on the doorstep of the teens.
Had so much fun in those years, also kept learning new things.
Seems like the learning never stopped. And some of the fun was fighting
with our brothers or sisters. Get away with it; no, Mom and Dad wouldn't
let us if they caught us.

The teen years arrive; we have become smarter, not sure about wiser.
That would come to us when we least expected it. Our interests began
to change. Instead of playing with toys of our youth we devoted lots of
time to riding our bicycles which now had two wheels instead of three.
Another pastime which consumed our time when we weren't needed
for chores was roller skating up and down our street or sidewalk.

And before you knew it we became sweet sixteen. Even more of a
handful then when we entered our teen years. We felt all grown-up,
thought we were pretty smart. Still had to toe the mark as far as
Mom and Dad were concerned. They kept us in line.

When graduation time arrived, most of us pretty much knew what we
wanted to do with our lives. Some ventured out into the working world;
others spent a few years in college before entering that world. It was
an adventure we found exciting to mingle with the world other than
family, neighborhood friends, and school activities.

By the time we reached our twenties we had adjusted quite well to
being in that world. Got a paycheck every week and vacation time
in the summer. Now and then got a bonus and a raise. Made lots
of new friends that have been there for us through the years.

We glided through the twenties and when we reached the thirties,
started feeling the age. By then marriage found some of us; we felt
more responsible and felt that we had acquired some wisdom in our
growing years. We felt all grown up. Married couples were blessed with
children whom they could watch experience those growing up years.

Into the forties and some of those children have become teenagers.
Brings back memories of our teen years and even years before that.
As we did in the twenties we glide through our forties; only this phase
of our life seems to fly faster than it did then.

Before we know it we have reached our fifties. Some of us have become
grandparents, Aunts, or Uncles. Still in the working world for many of us,
dreaming of retirement that's down the road. We reach our mid-fifties,
realize we have become what is known as a "golden ager."

All of a sudden the sixties sneak up on us; for some, the age group
of the seventies, eighties, and nineties. Through the years we had
many rewarding experiences as well as challenging situations
that were difficult to cope with.

We managed then what life handed us and we are still doing that.
Those rewarding experiences we welcome with open arms. And as
 for coping when not so rewarding comes our way we are dealing
with that. Not as easy as when we were younger but the secret of
survival is in the strength within each one of us to make the most
of what we have and what we can do.

Enjoy these "golden years" by staying active. Just because your
older doesn't mean you sit down and watch the world go by.

    Life is about living ~ let those memories keep piling up!

That Precious Commodity

                                         By Scotia

How often have we heard someone say "I don't have the time?"
What a sad note when so many do have the time and don't use it.
We each have equal portions ~ no more, no less. Twenty-four hours
a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year ~ yours and mine.

The gift of time we should all cherish. Each second that ticks away
we shall never see again. It belongs to the past ~ to yesterday or
as Leonard L. Levinson put it, "the tomorrow that got away."

How many of your tomorrows got away? How many could
you have saved ~ what would you have done with them?
These questions may lead you to realize what a tragedy the loss
of time can be. The great philosopher, Thomas Carlyle said that
tragedy is "not so much what men suffer but rather what they miss."

We all have an "if only" phrase that erupts every now and then causing
great distress ~ if only I wasn't in such a hurry, if only I'd listened, if only
I cared enough. What we really meant was "if only I'd taken the time."

Sorrow invades and with it defeat. We become painfully aware of
what we have missed. We dwell on what could have been once upon
a time instead of putting constructive emphasis on the deeds before us.

We can't be bothered doing things we'd like to do. For example,
instead of a good conversation or reading books that gather dust
on our shelves, we settle for a rerun of an old movie we saw on TV
last fall which we also caught at the local theater. This expresses a
"there's nothing better to do attitude."

There are so many "better to do things" but we lack the most important
element in doing ~ "we don't have the time." No thought is given to the
"nothing hours" in our lives ~ they come and they go without being used.
They become time destroyed.

Such destruction can only be thought of as cruelty to self. From the writings
of a man named Harry K. Wolfe, these words might be worth remembering
before another tomorrow disappears ~

      "We are lik the people on a moving
      sidewalk which is going the
      wrong way. If  we stand still our
      goal recedes. If we walk at an easy
      pace we barely keep from slipping
      back. Only through extra effort can
      we win real gains."