The Joy Luck Club?

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When we hit our 80’s and 90’s, what stories do we have to tell?

Is it true that we get wiser as we get older? Will our trials and tribulations of the past provide insight to the younger people we know?  Perhaps we are meant to pave paths for the generations to come and teach them by sharing our own history.
I recently took some time to visit my grandmother.  I stopped by on my way home from the gym.  Residing in a 65 and older building, I know if she’s not in her apartment, she is probably with her girlfriends knitting, reading, having a party or just chatting with the ladies.
I hate to say this, but I did notice at that age, there really aren’t many men in this type of building. I walked around until I heard voices coming out of one of the parlor rooms.  I walked in and noticed about ten women in their 80’s and 90’s sitting around a table, warmly sharing personal life stories.  Not to disturb them, I seek out my grandmother, grab her arm and sit down beside her.
Proud grandma was so happy I popped in. She introduced me to the round table of golden girls.  I asked them to please continue.  I sat there listening to story after story as these delightful women shared a thing or two about their lives or experiences.

It’s amazing how the women recall events that were pivotal moments in their childhoods, details about lost loves, and the extreme differences in lifestyle from then ’til today, such as family values and technology.

From a style point of view, I noticed one woman with beautiful white hair, what looked like Chanel earrings, a lavender top, black capris, a floral blouse and a black clutch bag. May sound silly, but I noticed this while all these interesting stories stirred around the table.  My eye for detail never rests.  It dawned on me, even at the age of 90, we present ourselves in a certain way, a way that says, “This is who I am,” and, “This is my personality”.
Looking around the table and listening, I saw years of love, loss and triumph in these womens’ faces.  The common denominator was wisdom and the strength to carry on.  I had an overwhelming feeling which left the lingering thought, these women came, saw and conquered.  They lived through it all, the good, the bad and the ugly.  They outlived their spouses and they are here to tell their tales.
Joy Luck Club
Though the stories were about them, they began to talk to me as wanting to share gems of their wisdom.  I soaked it up like a sponge. I laughed, I cried, then I laughed and cried again. Couldn’t help but thinking this could be my group of girlfriends 40 years from now. It was a special day and the shared stories were close to my heart.  As for the woman with the white hair and the stylish outfit, kudos to you! I hope I make it through this maze we call life and still have the gumption to wear a fabulous outfit while spreading my wisdom.

Dedicated to my Grandma Mary

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