To remember how our grandmothers looked, compared to how the modern day grandmothers look, will be quite a turnaround. You know how the grandmothers used to look. I’m talking about the pioneer ones. The ones who lived a rough life. Even if they were not out chopping wood, time would take its toll.
Grandmothers have it a lot easier nowadays. No scrubbing the clothes, and then hanging them out to dry. The washer and dryer has taken care of that. No chopping wood, for the stove, when the men were away. Electricity and gas have taken care of that too.
Of course, there are no more wrinkles either. And, I’m not talking about the kind in the clothes, that had to be ironed. I’m talking about on grandmother’s face. Smooth as a baby when she is 75 years old. Not like the grandmothers of the old days when you could read a map on her face.
There was a goodness to those wrinkles. Grandmother had earned them. She had lived on the earth long enough to deserve them. And, then came Botox. Grandmother doesn’t have to look old anymore. She can look younger forever.
It seems like a nice idea, except in those cases, where the folks are beginning to look like Cabbage Patch dolls. Now I am not criticizing the dolls, they are what they are, but people are not supposed to look like them. I guess the more you inject that stuff, the rounder your face gets. Never mind the botched jobs, that would involve another story.
We don’t become old overnight, and it seems like a person could get adjusted with what is going on.with them. A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there, and then before you know it, I know, they are are everywhere.
Speaking of all of that scrubbing, I mentioned above, one of my grandmother’s had a friend who would seriously scrub her face everyday. Not just a bit, but with real active motions. Needless to say, she looked a lot older than my grandmother, for my grandmother’s face was washed gently. Yes, the wrinkles still came, but, in a longer period of time. Moderation is what that could be labeled.
Somehow or another we appear to have gotten our ideals confused. You are born, you are young, you become less younger, and then you get old, and then shhhhhh….you pass away. Nowadays it is you are born, you are young, you are no longer young, but you look young, and then you get old, but no one knows, unless you show your hands, and then shhhhh…you pass away with a face that does not belong to you.
The end appears to have the same results. We want to turn back the clock of time, but we cannot stop it. Apparently this trend will continue. Gee, what are you supposed to do when you are looking older than your grandmother? Let it be, or do what she has been doing?
“Grandmother with golden colored locks-
And, no wrinkles, thanks to the invention
of Botox”.
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