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My Friend Got His First Library Card at Nearly 82

I have a friend, who will be 82 next month. He was widowed seven years ago. I have known him and his family just a couple of years. I feel as if I have known them for ages. He is in-between the ages my parents were. What I like about hanging out with him, and his friends and family, is that they remind me of my own parents and relatives. In this case, they like me.

I often stop to think that as we make friends with people who are older than us, it gives us all a chance to have healthy relationships without the history of making the mistakes we do when we are younger.

I am grateful to have met him in my life, and I think that we both offer one another a friendship that challenges each other to see life differently. I have gotten him to try new things, and will come over and bring him food, and listen to his stories. He has me pulling weeds in a garden and gathering eggs from his hen house.

Today, I took him to the library, where he got his first library card of his life. He told me that he does not like to read much, but I am encouraging him to go to the library to read the newspaper and magazines, which suit him better, and he will be around a few people, rather than sitting at home alone. This will be especially good on the two nights they are open until 8:00 p.m.

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DWDavisRSL wrote on July 2, 2015, 10:48 AM

I remember as a young man befriending an older gentleman who used to tell me stories about FDR and what it was really like in the 1930s. He described when electricity first came to his block and how his father thought it was a passing fad and would never replace natural gas for lighting and cooking.

CoralLevang wrote on July 2, 2015, 11:00 AM

This made me smile. It brought back memories of Mr. Putney, who was married to my piano teacher. He was a scout during the Spanish-American War at the age of 15. He was the oldest person I had ever known from the year of his birth--1883.

Ruby3881 wrote on July 3, 2015, 6:38 PM

It sounds like you are good for each other emoticon :smile: