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Sugar and Spice
By Bill- Smiley
Had a birthday recently. Some people,
especially women, are rather daunted by
certain birthdays.
For a young, attractive woman, having
her thirtieth birthday is almost as horrible
a prospect as having all her teeth out.
After a couple of years in the early
thirties, She! realizes, that she is really just
coming into her best period, that of a
mature woman, still mighty attrctive, and
with a new emotional maturity she didn't
have in the Gay Twenties. She's in the
Flirty Thirties, and . enjoying it thoroughly.
But with the fortieth milestone looming,
panic sets in anew. She suddenly is
convinced that anyone in the forties is over
the hump, headed into' a wizened old age.
' Strangely enough, after a couple of years
in her early forties, she admits to herself
and anyone else who will listen, that she's
in the prime of life.
She can still draw a whistle when the
light is right, get her bum pinched if the
party is rowdy enough. She's probably a
grandmother, but she's a "young"
gramma. With a good dentist and contact
lenses, she can disguise the fact that her
teeth are still there only through sheer will
power, and that she's blind as the
proverbial bat.
Then that grim reaper, the gaunt visage
of Fifty, comes over the horizon like a wolf
sweeping doWn on a lamb. This time, there
is no panic, Just sheer despair. She knows,
with a little mathematics, that anyone in
the fifties is away past Middle Age, and
has one foot in the -we and the ether on a
piece of dog defecation. Ale is OLD, and
there's no hiding the fact.
Yet five years later, in her mid-Fifties,
she's striding about a golf course, or
screaming "Sweep!" at the curling club,
or lying by a pool in Florida, holding in her
gut and convinced she's in the Golden
age.
Of course, Sixty is IT. The old Man with
the scythe is lurking everywhere, There's
no longer any way of disguising the
wrinkles and the wattles. At 62, She gets a
good tail, hides the eyes with shades, and
maybe even has the jowls tucked Up
beneath the ears. And a good git:die does
wonders.
At 65, she's collecting the old age
pension, her late husband's pension, living
in a house with the mortgage paid, and
jaunting off to Europe or California, where
she picks up her second husband, a well-off
widower.' She's never had it so good.
At 80, widowed again, she's a swinger in
Sunset Haven, playing bingo and the
piano, and giving the eye to every fresh
octogenarian who enters the place.
And that's how women are daunted by
birthdays. PersOnally, I am never daunted.
I have a lot of dents, but not a single daunt.
Things have changed a lot around here.
My birthday used to be a small something.
Carefully coached by their mother, the kids
used to come up with gifts which I . aw,
shucks, you shouldn't have done it '-
accepted gratefully and gracefully,
Nothing great. Maybe a fishing-rod or
some golf balls. And the old lady would
bake a cake - a ready-mix.
When they were older, away from home,
they'd call (collect) on the occasion, wish
me Happy Birthday, and suggest that they
could use a little financial aid.
Now, I call them up, and after the usual
exchange of amenities, asky coyly, "Know
what day this is?"
"Yeah. Sunday. Why?"
I t ry again. "No, I mean what day of the
month?"
Not really; Wain] I check the calendar."
I try again. "No, I mean what day of
what month of what year? How old are
you? HoW do you know how old you are?
What day 'reminds you?"
"Oh, golly, Dad. Why didn't you tell me
it was your birthday? I would have sent a
card. Or something."
No, I am' not daunted. But I never, ever
forgot my father's birthday. Let's see. I can
still remember it. It was April 3rd. Or was
it No'ember 3rd? Anyway, I always sent
him a card, even if I didn't remember until
a month after the occasion.
Anyway, I got one call on my birthday
this year. It Was from my big brother, After
grumpily asking me what was doing in
bed at noon On niy birthday, he revealed
the real purpose of his call. He wanted to
know if I had my little brother's address iti
Germany. I didn't. Some birthday
greeting.
But I did receive one birthday card which
touched me deeply. It was front my
insurance agent, He never misses.
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Church attendance
Geoff. Dibbs, Editor of the Huron Church News,
recently wrote a very down-to-earth article on the
problem of church attendance. Although 'beamed'
primarily at. Anglicans, the H. C. N. editor's
comments will no doubt be of interest to those of
every faith. Excerpts from the editorial should prove
of interest to many of our readers.
"In the States recently I was talking to an elderly
business tycoon and the conversation came round to
church attendance. `If people get something for
nothing, that's the value they place on it -
'NOTHING'. And, he added, "that's what's wrong
with the church today - you give everything away -
you don't even keep them to your own
requirements.'
The second is a letter published in this paper
(Huron Church News) where the writer asks a very
important question - "Who is an adherent?"
Attendances are down in the Anglican Church..
The Church has little or no influence on the life of the
nation. Why? Simply because these are the days of
easy church membership. We make no demands
physical, spiritual or financial.
You may have trouble getting into the Rotary'
Club, the Golf Club, but anyone can join the church -
and most people in this country have done so at one
time or another and sometime in their life have
declared that they will be dedicated followers of
Jesus Christ.
BUT WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Many rectors
take pride in telling you how many families they have
on their parish lists - but not the same pride in telling
you that only a small percentage of that number can
be regarded as regular worshippers.
• This is what is worrying our correspondent and
many other thinking people in our church. Just who
is an adherent? Who is going to vote when big
decisions like Church Union come to be voted upon?
Everyone over 16 who is on a parish list? This would
include all the four wheelers - those who only come to
church for baptisms,' weddings and funerals when
they're brought on four wheels, be it perambulator,
wedding car or hearse. It would include all those who
never darken the doors of the church from one
Christmas to another.
It would include all those who don't contribute one
cent to the upkeep of the church and yet expect the
minister to be at their call whenever they require his
services and who expect the church- building to be
there all nice, clean and warm when they need it.
Possibly that business tycoon was right - 'if people
get something for nothing that's the value they place
on it - NOTHING.'
The service clubs (which many observers tell us
have taken over from the churches) demand a
monetary commitment, an attendance commitment
and a service commitment. If you can't keep up these
commitments - you're out. Can We do this - even in
some small way?"
(St. Marys Journal-Advocate)
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