I actually started out as a brunette. Here is little me at around 2 years old.
LET ME GROW LOVELY *
Let me grow lovely, growing old-
so many fine thing do;
laces, and ivory, and gold,
and silks need not be new;
and, there is healing in old trees,
old streets a glamour hold;
why may not I, as well as these,
grow lovely, growing old?
Karle Wilson Baker
I seem to go against the grain of women who stay 29. I have loved growing older. I have always had deep respect for older people and the wonderful strengths they often display. There are so many who have survived to tell of wisdom received as they journeyed along their pathway of life. I choose to learn hard lessons the easy way and accept life advise readily from those who have gone before. I have stumbled over enough of my own worries to hopefully pass on a little wisdom to any who are willing to listen. So here I sit on my 68th birthday, counting my blessings.
* The poem is from 'The Best Loved Poems of the American People'. 1936
