that somebody is praying for their safety.”
She has no intention of discontinuing her writing. “As long as I have my eyes, the use of my hands and as long as my brain still works, I’ll be writing to soldiers.”
She wants to be remembered as “someone who just kept things going as long as she could.”
I doff my hat to Gladys Osmond. She has found a worthy cause to support.
I’m a baby boomer. I was born during the demographic Post-Second World War baby boom, between 1946 and 1964.
As a baby boomer, apparently I possess four characteristics.
First, I am a hard worker and am motivated by a triplet of p’s: position, perks and prestige.
Second, I am confident, independent and self-reliant.
Third, because of greater educational and financial opportunities, I am achievement-oriented, dedicated and career-focused.
Finally, because I associate work and position with self-worth, I am competitive in the workplace.
With 30 years to go before I reach Gladys Osmond’s age, I am daily faced with the obvious fact that I’m aging.
While I was writing this column, my son came into my office and engaged me in conversation. He is part of Generation Y, also known as the Echo Boom, Millennials or Internet Generation.
Christopher reminded me that baby boomers are notorious for their fixation on youthfulness. In fact, it is our association with youthfulness that sets us apart. We admire its enthusiasm, idealism and commitment to causes.
We have difficulty accepting the reality of aging. Consider, for example, our emphasis on beauty and healthrelated services and products, including liposuction, Viagra, anti-wrinkle cream and hair transplants. Most were marketed by and for baby boomers.
As I grow older, I face a new challenge: how to learn that living has nothing to do with age, but everything to do with attitude.
Gladys Osmond has remained productive in her golden years by finding a cause to support, as the baby boomers did in the 1960s. We can only aspire to age as gracefully. The immortal words of Dylan Thomas ring a clarion call:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dear Gladys: Letters From Over There is written by Gladys Osmond and edited by Gilbert Penney.