On being 70

Yesterday, I turned 70. And I couldn’t be more surprised. I was reminded of the time my 95-year-old mother said, “I never thought it would go so fast!” Which sent a chill down my spine.

I have never been one of those women who wanted to hide my age. And I still don’t, but for some reason 70 has me pensive. Up until now, I didn’t feel like a senior citizen, even considering the day my sweetie pie signed me up for AARP. “Here’s your card!” Ryan smiled and handed me that bright red-and-white confirmtion that I’m old.

I wondered what my 7th decade might have in store, and it turns out that AARP had the answers. The article “What to expect in your 70s and beyond,” was enlightening. There were things I already knew, of course, like one’s skin gets drier and wrinkles appear. Note that I have made my peace with wrinkles, as they are a sign, I think, of one’s life experiences. Apparently one-in-three women will get osteoporosis, though if we get some regular exercise we might be able to keep that particular scourge at bay. Our eyesight will become less acute. Our hearing will diminish and we are encouraged to get over our pride and acquire hearing aids. Our sense of smell will fade, so we are urged to try ethnic cuisines like Indian and Thai foods with their yummy spices and flavors.

I know what you’re thinking, being in one’s 70s sounds a bit dreary, but it’s not all doom and gloom. It seems that people in this age range kick butt in one particular category. According to AARP, “The 70s tend to be some of the happiest years of your life. One explanation for the trend: years of experience. ‘As you get older, you know that bad times are going to pass,’ says Laura Carstensen, Ph.D., director of the Stanford Center on Longevity. ‘You also know that good times will pass, which makes those good times even more precious.’”

Many of us are concerned about losing our mental acuity, and while it’s true that some of our brain circuitry starts to burn out as we age, the good news is other parts of our brain can pick up the slack, especially when we keep our gray matter stimulated. Social interaction, reading, doing puzzles, dancing, learning a new language, and taking music lessons can all keep our brains healthy. And don’t forget regular exercise, which can help our brain and body age more gracefully.

Here’s what I didn’t see coming: It seems that once we’re in our 70s our ears and noses get bigger. I’ll let AARP explain. “Non-articular cartilage, the type that gives ears and noses their shape, continues to grow with age, making these appendages larger. But look on the bright side: Such cartilage growth may have evolved to enable people to track and funnel sounds and smells as they age” Doesn’t that sound like nature is looking out for us older folks? I think so.

Maybe happy aging is all about mindset. I remember when I was home for the summer after my freshman year in college. My mother had arranged for me to be the caretaker for an elderly man, Mr. Frank Towey, who’d been a lawyer and a congressman who represented New Jersey in the U.S. House of Representatives. He was in his late 70s, going blind, and would sometimes, rather annoyingly, strike his cane on the floor to get my attention. As he was demanding and persnickety, we didn’t hit it off, at first. He constantly referred to me as Dizzy—Diz for short. In retaliation, I called him Commander. Very quickly however, we became friends. One of my fondest memories is chauffeuring him around in his 1955 black Cadillac convertible which boasted red leather interior. He would don a canary-yellow blazer and straw fedora and say, “Take me for a drive, Diz!” Then he’d grin.

I mention the Commander because one day he looked at me and said, “Do you know what the strangest thing about aging is?”

I stared into his watery-blue eyes. “No.”

“It’s that your body ages, but your mind still thinks you’re 30.”

I didn’t understand what he meant back then. Now I do. And maybe that’s the key. Even though our bodies might be growing older, our brains don’t have to.

Here’s the thing. If we’re lucky, we’re going to age. And we can live our lives in ways that make the aging process a whole lot more comfortable. And that’s exactly what we should shoot for. So exercise. Try new things. Give your brain a daily workout. Eat healthy food, but sometimes have a piece of cake. And perhaps, most importantly, stay in touch with friends and loved ones. Get out there and be social, because that, above all things, will make us happy as we age.

Your Forgotten Sons

Inspired by a true story

Anne Montgomery

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

Release Date: June 6, 2024

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Taking the cold plunge

I belong to this fancy-schmancy health club where many patrons are attractive and fit. It’s a far cry from the other gyms I’ve roamed in my life. Not very homey. A bit too much preening. Perhaps it’s the overabundance of thong bikinis versus my royal blue Speedo that makes me feel out of place.

If you’re wondering what I’m doing in a club with access to massages, sushi bar, café, salon, and rooftop lounge pool that’s totally useless for lap swimming, note that it’s free. Medicare, concerned that I’m old and out of shape, pays my monthly dues, which is apparently cheaper than footing the bill for a trip to the hospital.

Not my health club. Not me. Still a cold plunge is a cold plunge.

The best part of the club is a prettily tiled, softly lit room with a whirlpool, sauna, steam, and cold plunge, the last of which was something I’d never tried before joining. As you might expect, I was dubious the first time I stared down into the small glittering pool. I was reminded of the two previous occasions I’d been immersed in cold water. One was when I was about 12. I was crossing a frozen stream and fell through the ice. The water was shallow, so I wasn’t in any danger, but damn it was cold. The second time I plunged into frigid water was intentional. I was in St. Petersburg Florida where I’d joined 105 men for a five week course bent on making us better baseball umpires. After a long dusty session of calling balls and strikes, safes and outs, I eyed the pool near the barracks.

“It’s too cold to swim!” One of the instructors pointed out.

I’m a Jersey girl, so the low 70s didn’t seem cold to me. I darted back to my room, donned my one-piece, and ran back to the pool, by which time a bunch of my classmates were waiting for me.

“You’re crazy!” one called out.

Some of the guys laughed. I was tempted to dip a toe into the water to see what I was getting myself into.

“Go ahead. Jump in!”

“She’ll never do it!”

There was no turning back, so I dove in. As soon as I hit the water I felt like I’d been kicked in the chest. The air burst from my lungs. I tried to calm myself, as I didn’t want to surge up gasping. I managed to smile when I surfaced, and even though I could barely feel my limbs I paddled around, acting like it was all rather refreshing. The men seemed a bit disppointed as I walked unsteadily to my room. Not surprisingly, it took a long stay in a hot shower to thaw me out.

With those memories bright in my mind, I stepped into the cold plunge.

Before I go on…note that according to Web.MD, cold plunges can be good for us. Icy baths can improve heart health, help with muscle recovery after exercise, lower stress, boost your immune system, improve your mood, and may help diabetics lower their blood sugar. Of course, cold plunges may not be good for everyone, so check with your doctor before you the dive in.

I walked down the steps quickly and gasped as I sat on the tile seat, the frigid water reaching up to my neck. Then I checked the thermometer, which appeared to be somewhere in the mid-50 degree range. In less than a minute, I bolted out.

And yet, strangely perhaps, I did it again. And again.

I can’t say I love the plunge, which I manage mostly by deep breathing. But I now stay in five minutes. My old bones seem to like it. And there’s a feeling of badassery when I walk out, sometimes to the astonishment of those bikini bods in the room. I kind of like that.

Your Forgotten Sons

Inspired by a true story

Anne Montgomery

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

Release Date: June 6, 2024

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Amazon

Apple Books

Barnes & Nobel

Google Books

Kobo

Bookstores, libraries, and other booksellers can order copies directly from the Ingram Catalog.

Anne Montgomery’s novels can be found wherever books are sold.

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