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Back when the world was young, I was 50 years old! Good grief Hannah, when did the world turn around that many times? Is there anyone still blogging at my age (76)? I wonder. As I was reading Women of Midlife today it struck me that like my doctor, everyone is barely in their teens. When did 50 become so young in my mind?  This is what I found: Renee L Stambaugh   2 years till I hit 70! Wait what? And I have a lot to do....  http://helpfulhellion.com/wordpress/?p=723 Randi Mazzella   Did you celebrate 50 or hide under the covers? https://thefinelinemag.com/being-50-years-old/   Suzy Rosenstein  Ep #29: How I Decided to Go Back to School at 55 I barely remember being 50 or 55 and 70 was not particularly outstanding at all. I didn't feel the need to accomplish a whole lot so the idea of being 68 and needing to climb a big mountain didn't even occur to me. I felt I had plenty of time to do what I wanted. But here is the interesting thing...those things that I ...

Our new greatgranddaughter, Addie. The perfect found Easter Egg. My husband plays a very good game of golf. It really doesn't matter how old he is (almost 80), he is really good...but not every day. The trick here is to make even those bad days pay off. In his world that is very important. On those bad days his ball may go anywhere; into the woods, the water or people's backyards. The preference is the woods or a hazard near the tee box. Strange huh! See, he views those days as an Easter Egg hunt, the eggs being really good golf balls made by expense golf companies. He may not come home with any winning money but he comes home with a lot of golf balls. That makes him happy. Life is very like a game of golf I think. As I age the Easter Egg hunt comes into play more and more often. Life is not a beach but it is pretty darn close. The "Hunting for Words" game is one my friends and I play everytime we meet. It is kind of a mixture between Pictionary and Search a Word. My ...

Sapa Market...Sue Mae (oldest sister) and me (no bath, no hot water, no makeup) There really are places you can go see the past. There may not be a McDonalds so you might not be able to get a burger. I am sure you will survive. But it is tricky. Did you see that 1000 people were lined up at base camp to climb Mt. Everest in the last few days of the climbing season? One thousand people dropping oxygen bottles and trash on the highest most remote mountain in the world! What was an adventure enjoyed by only a few has now become a tourist destination! It is getting hard to find places where the McDonalds culture has not evaded. But it can be done. The New York Times featured at article in the Art and Design section about a region near Oaxaca, Mexico. A village close by has remained untouched by the modern world. The article was aptly titled  The Past Has a Presence Here . The past is visible in the landscape.  The past casts a sharp shadow here, wherever you look. You see it on m...