Longevity genes

“You have longevity genes.” The words were spoken to me by a reliable source who wasn’t commenting on the length of my pants. They’re the kind of words that, being over 60, I actually appreciate.

Apparently, if you have parents or grandparents who lived long lives (Mom is 90 and pictured are her mother Ethel who lived to be 81, her grandmother Lizzie who lived to be 86 and her great-grandmother Suzanna who lived to be 87), you might be genetically predisposed to do the same. While it doesn’t take into account other factors like lifestyle and disease, it’s certainly a plus!

These women lived hard lives. Suzanna could hear the cannons during the Battle of Jenkins Ferry as a child. Lizzie’s husband left her to raise six children (that included two sets of twin boys) alone. Good hearted Ethel was a much sought-after seamstress who helped care for both women in addition to her husband and three children. Though it doesn’t show in this photo, Ethel was a very happy woman who loved music including church hymns, Keep on the Sunny Side by The Carter Family and Lawrence Welk who she forced me to watch when I visited:-) She also made sure I didn’t miss The Mickey Mouse Club with my favorite Mouseketeer Annette Funicello.

Avoid this aging stereotype

Aging for actresses in Hollywood means you go from portraying babes to moms to wise old lawyers. Hollywood, according to Paige Morrow Kimball in Aging Out: Hollywood’s Problem With Women Over 40, doesn’t see women as being “attractive and appealing, vital and powerful in the 40s and 50s and beyond.”

Cat sunning on my deck. ©D.L. Ewbank

Cat sunning on my deck. ©D.L. Ewbank

If that isn’t bad enough, aging brings a whole new set of stereotypes to combat. One of the worst, and one I want to avoid like the plague, is the “cat lady.” (This isn’t a joke. Even Wikihow has tips on avoiding it!) By cat lady I don’t mean the “smexy” (smart and sexy) Catwoman as portrayed by the likes of Halle Berry or Michelle Pfeifer. I’m referring to aging, chubby spinsters who collect cats.

If someone were to call me a “cat lady,” I’d laugh (once I got over the shock). I visualize myself laughing longer and louder than I should. I stop laughing only long enough to protest saying I don’t own even one cat! Furthermore, I’d point out, I don’t dress cats in cute clothes or wear sweaters emblazoned with felines. If I am obsessive compulsive about anything, it’s books and the last time I looked they carry little stigma and no litter box stench.

Later, probably much later, I would laugh because I’m eagerly seeking my personal funny. Personal funny pays. I’ve seen The Big Bang Theory! So I would be envisioning myself as an alternative to Brenda Frick who superbly portrays the friendly, homeless lover of pigeons in Home Alone 2. (Well, one can dream!)

Even when I turned 60 and was still single and “looked like a good cook,” I didn’t fear cat lady designation. I owned a dog, just one. Then my dog died. And if grief wasn’t enough, one day I looked out on my deck and what should I see…

That cat is not mine, but I’m going on that diet anyway.

Ice and aging

Years ago my Mom was without power following a bad ice storm. A good portion of the state was down, so repair was slow. Outages continued for days.

Ice storm, road closed ©iStockphoto.com/juliaf

Ice storm, road closed. ©iStockphoto.com/juliaf

Even though Mom was comfortable, a neighbor wasn’t. The neighbor went down to the local utility and said, “You’ve got to get our power restored! A little old lady lives next door to me. She could die!” The power was back on that day.

There are perks associated with aging.

I’m at Digital Hollywood, when I notice “the grays.” I’m not talking alien encounter; I haven’t totally lost it. I’m talking crowning glory. Among speakers and attendees alike there must be fifty shades of gray hair. And many-years-etched-on faces and necks of several wispy, statuesque women in spiked heels indicate that their blond locks are as hairdresser altered as mine!

With all the talk of ageism in Hollywood I’ve been hearing over the past twenty years, I’m surprised. Pleasantly. The best part comes when a panel of women (who look so flawlessly good that I’m wondering, “Did I miss a session on Photoshopping real life???”) talk about baby boomers as a significant segment on YouTube.

Doubt removed. There’s definitely room for one aging StoryDame!