Happy Birthday, Ronni

There is a wonderful blogger, Ronni Bennett, who has been chronicling her life (and that of those aging around her) within the framework of political, personal and world view.  I love her blog…why?  She’s a straight-shootin’, say it like it is, kind of gal.  She is well-informed, does her research on whatever topics she is posting on and takes the reader right into her life…for the good and bad.  Today is her birthday and on this day, she has given her readers very good insight into her journey to find a new home (moving from Maine [and previously NY] to Oregon).  She’s chronicled every step of the journey — from selling her home to travelling to Oregon to find a new place…and today, on her birthday,  she shared all the thought process that went into her choice of home

Because I get her articles on a feed (like many of you do with my posts), I don’t often take the time to comment on her articles directly.  But there was one point she made today that resonated with me, greatly, that I want to share with you. 

I did look at a lot single family home listings. There was a charming Victorian in my price range that I kept going back to and a few others with (relatively) small yards that I liked. But most also had stairs, sometimes quite a lot, to the front door and many of the most attractive were two-stories with the bedrooms upstairs.

I’m fine with that now, but I don’t know how much longer that will be so. An elevator building or first-floor apartment, as I chose, are better bets for old age – I don’t want to have my bed in the dining room someday.

Bizarrely, just this past week, I picked up my niece from a playdate (my sister had some kidney surgery, so I was super aunt for the week) and as I was talking to the little girl’s mom, I noticed a bed in the living/dining room.  The mother told me that this was, in fact, her grandmother’s house, and her 96 year old grandmother, who could no longer navigate stairs now had her (hospital) bed in the dining room.  She moved from dining room bed, to eat at the dining room table, and back to bed again.  No doubt she enjoyed the life in the house and having her granddaughter close by.  I stopped and chatted with the grandmother for awhile (because when you meet a 96-year old, you really should talk to them a bit…you never know what you’ll learn — this grandmother was appalled at how little of LA current Angelenos actually knew.  She had travelled all over LA by the now extinct  famous electric streetcars that actually supported commuting and didn’t impact the environment!)

I couldn’t get the image out of mind — this woman in her lifelong home — getting ready to die in her dining room.  And that is the image that shot into my mind as I read Ronni’s post. 

I can only hope that as I make my own transitions from decade to decade I can be logical enough to make the right, tough decisions for my own future.

Excellent insights.

4 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Ronni

  1. What a terrific story about the 96-year-old grandmother and excellent point about taking time to talk when we meet someone of that great age. How would we know of such things as the LA trolleys without these people.

    When I moved to Maine four years ago, I was not yet as sensitive as now to the idea that I might not get around one day as easily I do now. As much as I love this apartment, it is a second-floor walkup and I know in time those stairs would become difficult. In fact, hauling the groceries up is already a chore I don’t enjoy.

    Thank you so much for the kind words about my blog. I do appreciate that.

    1. Ronni,
      Although I may not comment often, I read your feed almost every day. Look forward to your insights, love your other columnists, and wish I lived in Oregon so I could attend your meetup!!

  2. What a wonderful tribute to a fine Ronni Bennet on her 69th Birthday. I have enjoyed her blog and all her excellent commentary and commenters. I also enjoyed what you wrote about the 96 year old Grandmother. Thank you. Like the saying goes ‘TO 120’

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