Today I am 60, ( and a grandfather to boot!) Dear God, I wonder does this mean I am going to have to start to act like a grown up?
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Petra
on March 13, 2009
No Martin, quite frequently it means the exact opposite.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Finally on the correct day)
p
on March 13, 2009
A very Happy Birthday, Martin from one six months and ten days older!
P
A, E & L
on March 13, 2009
Happy Birthday Great Uncle Martin!
Enjoy France
love Ann, Eugene & Laura
Mairéád
on March 13, 2009
A very happy and healthy birthday to you. I’ve only recently started reading you blog and I have to say I always look forward to reading your thoughts and seeing your photos! May you live to see many more grand slams and many more grandchildren! I hope you’re not cooking today!!
Brendan & Jean Grogan
on March 14, 2009
Birthday greetings Martin !
I attach a small piece of prose by Samuel Ullman as consolation…
YOUTH
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at (eighty) a hundred.
Comments
Petra
on March 13, 2009No Martin, quite frequently it means the exact opposite.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Finally on the correct day)
p
on March 13, 2009A very Happy Birthday, Martin from one six months and ten days older!
P
A, E & L
on March 13, 2009Happy Birthday Great Uncle Martin!
Enjoy France
love Ann, Eugene & Laura
Mairéád
on March 13, 2009A very happy and healthy birthday to you. I’ve only recently started reading you blog and I have to say I always look forward to reading your thoughts and seeing your photos! May you live to see many more grand slams and many more grandchildren! I hope you’re not cooking today!!
Brendan & Jean Grogan
on March 14, 2009Birthday greetings Martin !
I attach a small piece of prose by Samuel Ullman as consolation…
YOUTH
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at (eighty) a hundred.
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