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Aging: Just A State Of Mind

By MICHAEL SCHENKLER

Just got home from the airport. Tired and behind schedule on writing my column.

Spent a long weekend in Florida. Went down there with Lil and Allison to celebrate mom’s 85th birthday. My sister, brother-in-law and niece — Carole, Gil and Debbie — joined us for the October 8th family celebration.

A three-day trip to Florida is lots of work. You’re flying the first and the third and relaxing and celebrating in between. Saturday morning we left the house at 5:30 A.M., not my idea of fun.

But for mom’s birthday, it was worth it.

Eighty-five is something else. It is sure deserves celebrating. And mom, in spite of her complaining, is doing very well. We had a great birthday celebration and no, they didn’t put 85 candles on the cake. They only do that when you’re young.

When you’re a kid, aging is so important, you do it in fractions: "I’m five and a half."

For Allison, 11, each year is a badge of honor – plus a party and presents.

It goes that way through your teens. You can’t wait for the next birthday. "I’m 15, going on 16." Yeah, you were 15 last week.

Or, "I’m going to be 18." Sure, in three years!

This entire frenzy is aimed at becoming, first 18 and then 21. Liberation! You can make your own choices. You’re legal. You can drink. Then it happens, you become 21. Is it all over?

You start heading for 30. Our editor, Tamara Hartman, turned 30 the same day mom celebrated 85. Tamara found it much more painful. For me, thirty wasn’t bad; 29 was awful. I had a whole year to grieve. I keep telling Tamara, that it’s really better on this side of 30 my side.

Then why, do you "turn 30", "push 40", "reach 50", "make it to 60", and "hit 70?"

As the old joke goes, after that, it’s a big deal when you hit Thursday.

Somewhere, after 85, everything starts to revert to childhood. Each year becomes a badge of honor – plus a party and presents.

Who knows, maybe we’ll all fly down for mom’s 85th and a half on April 8th.

HOW OLD ARE YOU?

One of the popular internet emails that has been circulating for awhile suggests that mom might not be the only one feeling old at the moment. I share it with you.

In case you weren’t feeling old today, this will certainly change things.

Each year, the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puts together a list to try to give the faculty a sense of the mindset of that year’s incoming freshmen.

Here is this year’s list:

Everyone who is starting college this fall across the nation was born in 1982.
They have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan Era and probably do not know that he had ever been shot.
They were pre-pubescent when the Persian Gulf War was waged.
Black Monday 1987 is as significant to them as the Great Depression.
There has been only one Pope.
They were eleven years old when the Soviet Union broke apart, and do not remember the Cold War.
They have never feared a nuclear war.
They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.
Tiananmen Square means nothing to them.
Their lifetime has always included AIDS.
Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.
Atari predates them, as do vinyl albums.
The expression "You sound like a broken record" means nothing to them. They have never owned a record player.
They have likely never played Pac Man, have never heard of Pong and may never have heard of an eight track.
The compact disc was introduced when they were one year old.
As far as they know, stamps have always cost about 33 cents.
They have always had an answering machine.
Most have never seen a television set with only thirteen channels, nor seen a black-and-white TV, but have always had cable.
There have always been VCRs, but they have no idea what Beta is.
They can’t fathom not having a remote control.
They were born the year that SONY introduced the walkman.
Roller-skating has always meant in-line for them.
Jay Leno has always been on The Tonight Show.
They have no idea when or why Jordache jeans were cool.
Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.
They have never seen Larry Bird play.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.
The Vietnam War is as ancient history to them as World War I, World War II and the Civil War.
They have no idea that Americans were ever held hostage in Iran.
They can’t imagine what hard contact lenses are.
They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.
They never heard "Where’s the beef?" or "I’d walk a mile for a Camel" or "De plane, de plane."
They have no idea who J. R. is and don’t care who shot him.
The Titanic was found? They thought we always knew where it was.
Michael Jackson has always been white.
Kansas, Chicago, Boston, America and Alabama are places, not groups.
McDonalds never came in styrofoam containers.
There has always been MTV.
They don’t have a clue about how to use a typewriter.

Most of the readers of this column probably reacted to the above very much like I did. Community newspaper readers are usually, let’s say, over thirty.

Well, welcome to the other side!

Happy Birthday, mom and Tamara!

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Michael Schenkler can be reached at: MSchenkler@QueensTribune.com

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