Observations While Traveling Down the Road of Aging

Month: September 2023

Those Who Precede Us

September 2023

By Richard Fleming

Photo courtesy of Alexei Maridashvili

Sociologists say society today is comprised of seven distinct generations. Each has its own characteristics, culture, idioms, and values. While these features do not precisely define each individual, they can be broadly useful identifiers, attributable to the political, economic, and cultural milieu in which each generation grows up.

I am an aging Baby Boomer. With the passage of time, I’ve become increasingly aware how each generation tends to disregard the accomplishments of other generations. Especially those who are older.

There are two living generations older than the Boomers: the Silent Generation and the Greatest Generation. I readily acknowledge that for much of my life I underestimated the contributions these older generations made to my life and to Boomers overall. When I was in my teens and 20s, I tended to dismiss the older generations as out-of-touch fuddy-duddies. I thought I knew better and was more worldly-wise than my elders.

As my maturity level increased, I gradually became less dismissive of older folks. But I still did not accord them much respect. I failed to truly acknowledge the two generations senior to mine had blazed many trails. I did not recognize they had mapped much of the terrain that Boomers – now finding ourselves to be old – are traversing.

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Today we Baby Boomers are by far the largest group of oldsters in the country. There are 70 million of us, ages 59 to 77. Prior to us is the Silent Generation, made up of 19 million people, ages 78 to 95. And before them is the Greatest Generation, still numbering about 165,000 folks ages 96 and above.

The Silent Generation moved through life as one of the smallest generations. They grew up in the midst of the Great Depression of the 1930s and during World War II. During those years people had fewer children because of economic uncertainty and massive global conflict. The Silent Generation tended to be reserved, conforming, and cautious, though also committed to improving life for others. Many of the leaders of the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s came from the Silent Generation, including the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesse Jackson, Claudette Colvin, Ralph Abernathy, Diane Nash, and others. Important areas of our society’s ongoing quest for equality were nurtured and developed by the Silents. And I would be remiss if I didn’t note the Silent Generation gave birth to rock and roll.

The Greatest Generation is rapidly diminishing in numbers, but it is safe to say that without their heroism, the world would be very different today. This generation was very hard working, motivated, and self-sacrificing. They struggled to help the country emerge from the Great Depression. They were part of the enormous transformation of the country’s economy from being principally rural and agricultural to one including manufacturing. And, critically important for the entire world, they waged a Herculean struggle to defeat fascism, sacrificing millions of lives.

For Boomers, our lives would be far different were it not for the achievements of these prior generations. Our world would be unrecognizable.

As I move further into old age, I feel a greater need to recognize the debt we owe our predecessors.

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My parents were both from the Greatest Generation. Fortunately, I was able to thank my mother and father before they passed. I expressed my gratitude to them for instilling good values and raising me well. But as I think back from my current vantage point, I feel my appreciation was insufficient. I’m sure my parents valued my thanks, but I should have said more. I should have acknowledged more.

And I should have asked more questions. There are so many things I would love to know about their childhoods and their young adult years. Why and how did they become the people they were? What was it like for them and their communities, traversing the Depression and World War II? How did they become the parents they were? If I had had deeper conversations with them, I would have gained a richer understanding of how they shaped my life, and how their generation shaped my generation. This deeper understanding would have made my thanks more significant.

I know it is important to avoid dwelling on the past. But gaps in communication with parents can never be filled in after they die. I hope this is a lesson younger generations take to heart.

Though the hour is late and the horizon growing closer, there is still time for us Boomers to communicate with members of the two preceding generations. Doing so may help us embrace our elders’ wisdom and legacy, and help us achieve a greater measure of composure as we follow in their footsteps.

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Super Blue Moon

September 2023

By Richard Fleming

Photo by Richard Fleming

Uncommon celestial events have always entranced me. I still remember watching the spectacular Leonid meteor shower with my good friend Mark in 1966. Around 9:00 p.m. we drove ten miles north of Topeka, parked on an old country road surrounded by farmland, and lay on the front hood of his Ford Fairlane, drinking 3.2 beer and watching dozens of meteors shower down from high above. It was awe-inspiring.

And the arrival of Halley’s Comet in 1986 has stuck with me. Despite Halley’s famous reputation, its beauty was subtle. Halley offered only a soft smudge in the night sky. Though the comet was moving at 122,000 miles per hour, it was visible for multiple nights that spring. At the time, I was 34 years old and did not fully appreciate the fact it wouldn’t appear again until 2061.

Over the years I have seen many astronomical displays like these. Curiously, as I grow older, I find them more amazing. The passage of so many years, and so many decades, has deepened my appreciation of the mystical beauty offered by our cosmos. And I can experience the magic by simply looking up into the night sky.

Seeing meteor showers, or comets speeding slowly through the sky, or a group of planets aligning, or even the common lunar eclipse makes me feel both humble and fortunate. The universe is so vast, so mysterious, and so wonderful. I am but a tiny, inconsequential part of it. This feels very humbling. At the same time, I am alive today and able to witness amazing astronomical events which have been viewed by so many others over tens of thousands of years. And so I also feel fortunate.

These reflections may explain why I was excited to witness the Super Blue Moon on August 30. Standing with my wife in our backyard as the sky darkened, gazing upwards through tree branches at the massive glowing orb, I felt a sense of calm and wonder. But I also felt wistful. The next Super Blue Moon won’t come until 2037. I could not help but wonder whether I would be around to see it. And if so, would I be viewing it from the same backyard? When that moon appears, I would be 86 years old. I feel hopeful. But I can’t feel confident.

Even on nights when there are no unusual displays, I like to sit under the canopy of a darkening sky. As azure turns to black, I gaze upwards and reflect on my life. My road to this point has had so many twists and turns. I have lived through numerous unusual and sometimes startling experiences, as well as many run-of-the-mill events. And yet I’ve not lived through nearly enough. I want much more, and sometimes feel anxious about how long my voyage will continue and where it will take me.

But who can say what the future holds?

So I was grateful to take a short break from my journey on that late August evening. I was privileged to be able to look up and view an uncommon and amazing full moon, traveling on its graceful path through time and space. As the heavens darkened, the enormous yellow globe seemed to say I should appreciate my life the way it is today. I felt the sky was telling me not to dwell on rethinking the past, and not to try anticipating the future. It gently advised me that genuine beauty and true peace are found in the here and now.

I am still struggling to fully embrace this lesson. Fortunately nature is my patient tutor.

Photo courtesy of Vincentiu Solomon

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