One doesn’t normally think of a Catholic nun in terms of running marathons and Ironman competitions. Sister Madonna Buder is not only an exemption to those thoughts but may well be the best at her age to ever compete in the Ironman. Now at 88, she still travels around the country to compete in triathlons; thus the reason for her nickname.
“When I saw the name on the return address, I thought the letter was from an old summer-camp friend that I’d lost touch with. But as soon as I began reading, I realized it wasn’t from her … It was two pages long and included a photo of a pretty woman with her husband and two children. She also looked enough like her birth father to leave no doubt as to who she was.”
It’s no surprise that falls are more common among the elderly. However, senior falls due to unfit living environments are unnecessary and avoidable.
Pizza is often a disappointedly bready affair where the delicious promise of sauce and toppings gets drowned in a doughy sea of blandness. But have you ever had a thin, crispy, cracker crust pizza before? Now that’s a thing of beauty.
Winning Hearts from the Big Apple to the Garden City.
Folks who make their living tending cattle are good observers. They notice little things: a buck deer that has been around forever, a robin who, year in year out, builds her nest above the shop door. They know spring is just around the corner when they see a Killdeer running up and down the road to the cattle’s feeding ground. And they know about the four-legged thieves—calves looking for a bag full of milk with four spigots.
My mom was a 1945 war bride and raised me to believe that letting your hair go gray was as close as a woman could come to committing beauty suicide. Four years ago, my brother and I realized she was the only resident in her nursing home with brown hair. I was responsible for scheduling her hairdresser appointments and decided it was time for her hair color to be natural, despite her past sentiments on the subject. What eventually enabled me to go natural was the honesty required when seeing myself in a mirror.
Tarts are way sexier than pie. Think about it. Pies are demure and dowdy. There’s good stuff in there, but it’s all hidden away under the hood. Tarts are more seductive. They don’t hide the goods. They’re right out there on display. A tart is a bikini to pie’s 19th-century bathing costume. It’s like a beautiful flower in full bloom, advertising to the bees “come and get it!”
Despite aging and physical disability, Shirley Tonkin has been able to live independently in the one-level condo she moved into 14 years ago. “I have access to all areas of my home and garage, and I still drive a car with a hand brake,” she said. “I recommend that others consider their options in time to make their own decisions concerning accommodations that will fit them as they age.”
For a place to be called “home,” it needs to be more than a place to tie your horse to a hitchin’ post and pitch your tent, or a railway stop at the end of the line. Montana offers a variety of opportunities and experiences coinciding with the awe and wonder of nature—it’s a place where people realize that earning a good living is not as important as the experience of true living—the way it was meant to be.