Once I was seventeen but now I am seventy. The two words sound similar but they are fifty three years apart. I am delighted that I made it this far. There were times when reaching seventy seemed like a wishful dream because my father and several male members of my extended family died in their sixties - just like my brothers Paul and Simon.
And thinking of another Paul and Simon, Paul Simon in fact - he was twenty four years old when he wrote "Old Friends" which was recorded for the 1968 album - "Bookends". He imagines old men sitting on a park bench like book ends and of course the song contains the famous line, "How terribly strange to be seventy".
I concur.
The seventeen year old boy that I was never really considered what it might be like to be old - sitting on a park bench looking back. It seemed so far off that it was like the farthest planet in the solar system - Neptune - which is 2,703 billion miles from Earth.
But now I am here at 70 entering the last phase of my life. My health is pretty good and in that sense I have nothing much to complain about - yet! Who knows? Maybe I will make it to eighty. The official life expectancy for a British man is now 80.9 years and I have not smoked since I was 34 years old and I do not live in Glasgow where the life expectancy for a man is just 56 years.
Of course I have already met my lovely granddaughter Phoebe with two more grandchildren to meet this very month. The baton has been duly passed and through them little parts of me will be carried into a future that I shall not see. It's a kind of immortality. Of my four blood grandparents, I only met my maternal grandmother. My father only met one of his five grandchildren before he died.
At seventy, it's getting too late to follow the whimsical dreams of youth. You have to be realistic and tick off the dreams you can achieve without beating yourself up about those that have effectively slipped away like the fish I tried to catch with my bare hands in a crystal clear stream long ago. They're gone.
I shall keep walking and reading as long as I can, cooking food, taking pictures, writing poems, blogging, enjoying good films and TV drama, just relishing being alive. It's all I've got. Happy Birthday To Me! And many thanks to all those kind-hearted bloggers who have already wished me a happy birthday - you know who you are.
Silly old git. Happy birthday (from one to another).
ReplyDeleteThe dictionary says that "git" means an unpleasant or contemptible person I must protest that I do not belong in either category!
DeleteI have been reading your blog for many years and enjoy the different topics, the photos, your humor, but have never left a comment.
ReplyDeleteBut now that you are turning 70 I would like to congratulate you on this milestone!
Dus, van Harte Gefeliciteerd met deze verjaardag en hartelijke groetjes van
Lian
Thank you for unmasking yourself ROOS. I even used Google to translate your nice message from the Dutch.
DeleteHappy Birthday Old Man.
ReplyDeleteMay you enjoy many more.
Thanks ye young hussy!
DeleteA very happy birthday to you, Neil! There's no reason you can't reach 80 and all that walking you do will help you to maintain great health for a long time to come.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a fabulous day full of warm wishes, Yorkshire Pudding and cake!
It was a grand day Kylie.
DeleteAre they not 52 years apart? I hope that you enjoy your Birthday and many years to come.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Did they teach arithmetic when you were at school Graham?
DeleteWell, I didn't wish you happy birthday because I am not enough of a caring person to know such things, however Neil, a very happy seventieth to you. At a certain age we realise that we are wise to not have a bucket list to be full of things we will not tick off.
ReplyDeleteYou are doing well man. Keep it up.
Thanks Mr Grumpy!
DeleteI burst into tears on my 70th birthday as I did not want to be that old. I know it's just a number but it seems a massive leap downhill. I shall try to grow old disgracefully for as long as I can.
ReplyDeleteI didn't burst into tears but I cannot deny my great age.
DeleteHappy Happy Birthday, and enjoy the milestone and all that came before, and the adventures that await!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bob. The main adventure will be my supine journey in a shiny black car. I will be very, very still.
DeleteHappy birthday YP. I am sixty in December and realise I am slowing down and don't recover quickly after physical work like digging or a hike. Would you consider joining a rambling group or just keeping venturing on new trails with Clint?
ReplyDeleteA rambling group? I can think of little worse Dave but I wouldn't mind a ramble with you as the bishop said to the actress.
DeleteMany happy returns Neil. Also for passing a milestone on the way to your 80th decade.
ReplyDeleteWhat pressies did you get and did someone bake you a cake?
Thanks Thelma. I will report in my next blogpost.
DeleteOh, I think you will easily stroll into your eighties and up, Mr. P. And yet, it is strange to be reaching these ages that once seemed so beyond imagination. I hope you are celebrated well and truly with cake and kisses, love and much laughing.
ReplyDeleteYesterday was a good day. It suited me anyway.
DeleteHappy Birthday. Like a football game, often the most exciting action happens in that last quarter, enjoy the adventure.
ReplyDeleteI hope I don't get sent off by the referee whose name happens to be Almighty God.
DeleteAs one who is nearly halfway to his 84th day of reckoning (Hey, that would make me only 42. As if.) let me assure you that it only gets better. Happy birthday, YP! (I think that stands for Young Pal!)
ReplyDeleteI bow to your superior knowledge Aged One.
DeleteHappy birthday. Have a great day. When we were 17 we could not think of 70. However, 70 came up very rapidly. I look back on 70 and it seems like a long time ago. I will be 84 next week and I can't imagine what 85 will be like.
ReplyDeleteYou are fifteen years ahead of me! Slow down Red!
DeleteHappy Birthday, Neil. Wishing you many more years of fun adventures and good health!
ReplyDeleteYou are a kind woman Ellen. Thank you.
DeleteGoodness! What's the matter with Glasgow?
ReplyDeleteOnce again: Happy Birthday, Neil.
For the poor of Glasgow, life is often shortened by a poor diet, poor housing, smoking, unemployment, mental health issues and alcohol abuse. For many decades it has lagged behind.
DeleteHappy birthday Neil.
ReplyDeleteIt is a very strange feeling to give up some dreams. To be honest, I'm not sure I had that many dreams. A little travel, lots of books and hugs, dogs to walk with, I'm pretty lucky I guess. It is a strange time of life. I want you to know how much I enjoy your photos of Yorkshire, you allow me to travel and sightsee, without the bother of a plane ride. May you live for many, long, healthy years to come.
Your kind comments are much appreciated Nurse Lily.
DeleteHappy birthday! You have a lot in life to celebrate.
ReplyDeleteThank you Debby.
DeleteA very wise piece of writing, Mr P. Have an amazing birthday and may you continue to live a long and healthy life. The world needs people like you.
ReplyDeleteSo kind Sparkler. Thank you.
DeleteHappy Birthday! You sound happy and fulfilled, yet also realistic. A good combo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind support Margaret.
DeleteHappy Birthday. my older sister will be 75 in January and when we last visited she was saying that maybe she doesn't have much time left, becuase our parents both died in their 70s, but I reminded her they both had cancer (different types) and they both smoked a lot. Sister has no cancer and doesn't smoke so we told her to not be giving up just yet, she has a lot of years left.
ReplyDeleteSince you no longer smoke and have a healthy walking lifestyle, I'd imagine you have quite a few good years left too. Aim high, aim for 100.
A hundred? Don't be crazy Elsie!
DeleteHappy birthday. As my 80-year-old sister keeps telling me, "Age is just a number." I listen to her because she is still doing triathlons and is the world champion in her age group for aquathlons. (She is called Peggy Crome and all over the internet!) My mum was 96 when she died and my dad 78 (who chain-smoked up to the age of 70 when he suddenly gave up). I'm hoping genes count for something!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you still have far to travel ma'am!
DeleteHappy Birthday young man!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I like the sound of that.
DeleteI've met four of eight of my great grandparents and all of my grandparents. In fact, I just put the last grandparent in the ground last weekend. If I'm lucky, I'll be 70 some day and see a grandchild arrive. Happy Birthday Yorkshire Pudding!
ReplyDeleteYou are very lucky to have had those links and thanks for your kind wishes Ed!
DeleteI'm confused. I thought your 70th was last week when you got a mention at the football, so didn't wish you Happy Birthday in this post, but, if it is today, Happy Birthday again!!
ReplyDeleteMy friend Tony was ahead of the game with the special football experience.
DeleteHappybirthday xxx
ReplyDeleteI hope you're having a wonderful birthday celebration, Neil! Birthdays (especially ones that end in "0" should be celebrated for more than one day!
ReplyDeleteI think you easily have another 20 years (maybe more) to go. Keep walking and enjoying your life, and maybe you'll dance at Phoebe's wedding! :)
Happy belated birthday. (I already know you had a great celebration from your subsequent post!) I often think of that Paul Simon song, and also the Beatles' "When I'm Sixty Four," as an illustration of how quickly age seems to sneak up on all of us.
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