Tuesday, February 13, 2007


I just got back from one of my favorite things that I get to do in my new town. It's called the JOY Club ... and it is a treat!

Basically the kids and I crash JOY every month. You see ... it's really meant for those a little more seasoned in life (A.K.A.: 60 and older). My kids will tell you that they cook up the best breakfast on the planet! Poor things ... Mommy's cholesterol level doesn't allow them the luxury of bacon, biscuits and gravy at home.

It's sad, really, how very little the generations mix these days. Senior Adults know how to laugh, they'll stop and enjoy a good joke, the stories they have to tell ... oh MY, do I have so much to learn from them (the biggest lesson being that tomorrow is a new day - life happens - get over it and keep truckin'). I just truly enjoy being around people with more life experience than myself. They have so much to give, and I have so much more growing to do. It's a treat, I tell ya'.

So today I honored a request from one of the men. I worked up "The Key's in the Mailbox" (Freddy Hart - 1966). I already have a new request for next month. My playing is sad ... my voice, even more so, but they just have a good time. They just enjoy an old song. They don't need flash. They don't need fancy. They appreciate.

I think my generation has forgotten how to appreciate.


Mary Beth said...

Good for you!

Anonymous said...

I love the senior set as well. I am currently taking a crocheting class. My teacher is 84!! She is an absolute gem-dandy.

Anonymous said...

"I think my generation has forgotten how to appreciate."

Sad, but true!!