|A Snippet Of My 85-Year-Old Mother's Current Wardrobe.|
|Old people were the ones driving the big cars, slowly, which were kept cleaner than the floors of St. Jame's Palace. I spent many miles as a happy passenger. (Maine, 1980s)|
|Old people hung out a lot with fraternity brothers, recounting past good times while experiencing better times. (We were heading out to an island house off of Boothbay, late 80s.)|
As I quickly approach (and sometimes pass) those fixed ages I used to think of as old, my mother increasingly provides a suitable benchmark, having the admirable quality that she ages at roughly the same rate that I do. While our delta my reduce asymptotically as a percentage, she can't chip away at either the objective difference between us nor my subjective labeling of her, always, as old.
|My mother has always liked to move , and her wardrobe reflected that. (Early 1950s)|
|My Mother On the Ferry to Block Island (Early 1960s)|
|On Block Island (Mid 1960s)|
|At a Family Farm in Massachusetts (Late 1960s)|
|My Parents (Mid-coast Maine, mid 1980s)|
My mother is about to turn 86 years old. And the role of picking out and procuring her wardrobe has fallen to me. (This role is not completely dependent on her age, I should add. For some reason I end up advising many of the people around me on sartorial issues. And some of them even ask for it.)
She is in exceptionally good health, walks each day and exercises three times a week with "the old ladies", as she calls them, at the senior center. So as well as picking out bright and practical clothes for her, I always try to get her clothes that most importantly allow her to move.
|She never leaves the house without a headband and bracelet. These often get the attention of, and even match those of, five-year-olds.|