How Old Do You Feel?

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I’ve had a few glitches in my health lately. I didn’t travel to the doctor right away. I don’t like medicine and I wasn’t sure if the tiredness I felt was just my age. I’ve never been 75 before so I wondered if I was slowing down because it’s a natural progression of what was supposed to happen when you get to these advanced years.

I thought of my mom at 75. She didn’t visit the doctor either. And she didn’t take medicine. At the time I thought she was old, because when she was 75 I was somewhere around 31, and anyone older than 60 was old to me. I will admit I was misguided in my thinking about age when I was younger, but nothing stood in my mom’s way of doing things she wanted to do. Everyone else her age was old according to her, and she wasn’t one of them. At 90 I caught her up on the roof of her house trying to fix it! That aged me.

My neighbor down the hall moved to assisted living last year. It was hard for her to take a shower by herself anymore and she had to use a scooter to get around. She was in her 90s and sharp as a tack. Her main complaint about her new digs? It was all old people in her building and she was bored! I think if I asked her what it was like to be her age she might reply that it was frustrating as her body slowed down, but her mind didn’t, and that dictated who she lives with because of it.

I finally broke down and visited my amazing Doctor. I found out I had a little allergy problem but I didn’t ask the question, “Is this the way I’m supposed to feel at my age?”

And how would he have answered? He’s in his middle 40s. How could he possibly know what you should feel like at 75? Of course, he treats other people my age so he could give me clinical answers. He could use his medical school jargon, but he won’t be able to tell me until he is 75.

You’ve heard the phrase, age is a state of mind. If that’s the case I’m 21 again. I could party and ride roller coasters, and run up the stairs. Actually, I’m not sure I could run up the stairs at 21. I wasn’t the athletic type, but at 75 I believe in my mind I could. Some days I just can’t get my body to want to move out of my chair. Those television shows are so enticing.

My mind hasn’t kept up with my body. And I have my family warning me about some of the things that might be harmful to my health. Such as the answer when I wanted to visit Valley Fair and ride the river ride. “Grandma you can’t, you’ll break something. No!” Or wanting to add a portable bathtub to my shower as I miss baths. Kids: “ I don’t think that sounds like a good idea. You have to step up and you might catch your leg and fall and you have to get up out the bath, and you might not be able to do that.”

The age number is different for each of us. Some might not be so mobile anymore because of health issues. Did anyone warn them it was going to be like this? It’s probably better we didn’t know and are surprised, otherwise it might have made us crazy worrying. And then there is the other alternative. We have to visit our friends at that peaceful place down the road called a cemetery, or talk to our friends in the wind as they are scattered. I’m scattered in real life so that might be my fate. The kids will toss me to the wind.

I remember when I was pregnant with my first child. 75 wasn’t even in my conscious thought. Maybe I should treat it like the anticipation of the birth of my first child. I had some telling me how horrible birth was, and I would never forget the pain. On the other side I had sister-in-laws and a mother-in-law that had the other viewpoint. “Not to worry, it’s a piece of cake, you’ll forget the pain.” I chose to believe somewhere in-between. It was good I didn’t worry as I was one of the lucky ones, short labor of three hours and the kids that came into my life after that was shorter. I have no idea why I was so blessed, but maybe I need to think of turning 76 next month the way my sister-in-laws encouraged me to think of birth. Anticipation, joy, the circle of life and probably some pain.

In my cozy mystery series I created over-the-top senior citizens. Granny is modeled after my mom. I was tired of all the ads on television that portrayed elderly people as weak and crippled people. My characters also have a sense of humor and I hope many of us embrace the funny things that can happen to us in our aging years.

I do believe age is an attitude, although I also believe health plays a big part in attitude. If you are in pain all the time I think crabbiness is natural. Anyone out there older than 75? Let’s hear from you. Next month is 76 for me. How slow will I go at 76? Will I be the tortoise? Slow and steady? Or the hare, over confident that fast is best, and not take the time to savor the moments, but trying to run away from the reality that age changes us? If I am the hare now, because I felt the exhaustion the past months, what will I be at 80? How slow can I go?

Thanks for putting up with this nonsense. We all need a little nonsense sometime.

Happy Birthday Gladys Johanson – 100 Years Young

Something About Nothing by Julie Seedorf published the week of 10/23/2017 in the Albert Lea Tribune

“If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of 10 years, plant trees; if in terms of 100 years, teach the people.” — Confucius

I love this quote by Confucius. Confucius was a Chinese teacher, a politician, and philosopher that lived between 551 BC and 479 BC. This thought came to mind as I contemplated the people in my life who have reached the grand age of 100. I am awed by the fact I have an aunt that is going to be 101, an uncle who lived to be 102 and now I have a friend who celebrated her 100th birthday on Thursday.

File Oct 20, 9 26 32 AMMy friend’s name is Gladys Johanson and I first remember meeting Gladys back in my late high school years when one of her daughters was my best friend.

I want to share a little history on Gladys’ life. Gladys was born in Matawan on Oct. 19, 1917, and was the fifth child of Minnie and Herman Vogelsang. She had two brothers and two sisters and two brothers that died in infancy. She married Wilbur Johanson on Nov. 18, 1937. He passed away Nov. 29, 1975. She has lived in the same house since she married Wilbur.

One of the many amazing things about Gladys, at least to me, is the fact she has 14 children, having them all within 20 years. And of these 14 children, seven were boys and seven were girls. When I think of the stress we go through today raising one or two children, I can’t imagine raising 14. Yet, I always remember Gladys’ smile and her kind heart for everyone. Her smile today is as welcoming as it ever was. She has a happy glow surrounding her.

Gladys was a stay-at-home mom until later years when her final child was in school. She then entered the working world at Stamper’s factory, and she never missed a day of work in the 10 years she worked for them. I wonder how that happened with 14 children, even though at that point all were not still at home. We all know kids and germs go together and illness usually follows the adults in their life. How many of us now could say we haven’t missed a day of work in 10 years?

Here is another little tidbit I didn’t know. Not only did Gladys take care of her house and her children, she also was the bookkeeper for her husband’s carpentry business. Remember there were no computers back in those days, just brain work and the pen and pencil and maybe a typewriter.

I had the joy of sitting down with Gladys and her daughters Corrine, Kim and Dawn. I admit I had lots of questions because I was curious, not only on tips for aging but having been an only child myself, how it felt to be one of 14 children.

My experience in knowing some 100-year-old people has been that they didn’t seem like people that worried a lot. I asked Gladys about that. She answered, “I never worried, tomorrow was another day.” And, “When there is a will, there is a way.” As for being 100, she said she really didn’t feel any different than when she was younger. Her daughter Susan in an email told me as Gladys aged and started to discover things she could no longer do she would announce with a chuckle, “Well, I guess I can’t do that anymore.”

One of the things Gladys and her children attribute to longevity is a healthy diet. The backyard was a garden, and Gladys and her husband raised the food for their family. The gardening became an assembly line and even the smallest child was put to work doing something. Canning was a big part of their life in having their homegrown food year round.

According to Gladys daughters, each child had their own job. Saturdays were cleaning day and you did not go anywhere until the chores were done. And if you are a teenager out there today reading this column — the kids in this family had to earn money and put their own gas in the car if they wanted to drive.

Gladys is a fabulous cook and the girls shared one of their favorite dishes was their mother’s mashed potatoes. Corrine stated, “It must have been the love she put into it.”

Supper was always served at 6 p.m., and family members were expected to be at the table at that time. “When you heard the whistle blow you knew it was time to be in for supper,” Corrine reminisced. “The table was always set correctly and she still does that today.” The Johansons had different sets of dishes for every day than for special occasions. And prayers always did, and still do, accompany Gladys’ meals. Faith is an important staple in her life. The prayer at dinner: Abba Lieber Vater from her German roots.

At 100 years old, Gladys’ eyesight is still stellar and she can read the tiniest print. Her spelling and penmanship today are perfect.

Sitting down again after all these years at the Johanson table, I still felt the comfort of being a part of the atmosphere. I felt the love this family has for one another with Gladys being the role model for generations of Johansons. These parents had the secret we are all looking for in raising our children, and it was summed up by a statement from one of the daughters: “We had discipline but we always felt showered with love.”

Gladys has 20 grandsons, 11 granddaughters, 21 great-grandsons, 19 great-granddaughters and three great-great-grandsons. And she has made a quilt for each one.

After spending time with Gladys, I realize she led a simple, hardworking, content life knowing what was important and what wasn’t, and she is reaping the rewards of a long life with a family that loves her. Isn’t that what we all want but forget when we are caught up in the world we live in today? Gladys is a role model for all of us.

I would say Confucius statement fits perfectly with this family. Gladys planted a seed, the trees grew and those trees blossomed and planted new seeds for generations to come. Happy 100th birthday, Gladys.

 

Gladys Wilhelmina Irene Vogelsang Johanson

Born in Matawan, MN on October 19, 1917. The fifth child of Minnie and Herman Vogelsang. She had two brothers: Melvin and Milton, and two sisters Mabel Buelow and Ellen Meyer. Two of her brothers died in infancy, Elroy and Roger.

She married Wilbur Johanson on November 18, 19367. He passed away November 29, 1975. She has lived in the same house since she married Wilbur.

She gave birth to 14 children within twenty years: 7 sons and 7 daughters:

Kenyon Johanson

Corrine Schultz

Joan Kuntz

Jerald Johanson

Glenn Johanson

Russell Johanson

Vila Stump

Bruce Johanson

Emily Ness

Mark Johanson

Susan Johanson

Dawn Dutton

Richard Johanson

Kimberly Zimmer

Mom and dad planted a very large vegetable garden in the backyard more out of a necessity than a hobby, and from the harvest, they canned and froze food for the upcoming winter. In later years, mother worked at Stampers factory for 10 years in Wells – never missing a day of work!  Mother also worked for her husband Wilbur as the bookkeeper for his carpentry business in Wells. Her hobbies were sewing and for her 30 grandchildren she hand-quilted each of them a quilt. Embroidery also became her hobby, and she hand-embroidered tablecloths, many dish towels and pillow cases for her family. To this day, she still embroiders.

Mother never complains she takes life in stride; often you will see her sporting a big smile. As she aged and started to discover things that she could no longer do she would announce with a chuckle, “Well, I guess I can’t do that anymore.”

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