Hitting Ninety

Rethinking the Successful Life

By Roxie Olmstead

When I reached the age of ninety more than a year ago, common sense told me parts would wear out. But I didn’t expect this of my belongings. In my first six months of being ninety, I had to replace my electric can opener, the four-cup coffee maker, sewing machine, electric toothbrush, computer printer, cell phone, and calculator.

A TV ad told me I was no longer eligible for a new health policy or life insurance. Only people under eighty-five were asked to call.

I think I fully realized the ride I was in for when I received a business call regarding a

problem I was having with my computer. A young thing on the other end of the line started throwing around terms I didn’t understand, so I interrupted to explain I was elderly and, as a matter of fact, had just celebrated my ninetieth birthday.

“Who takes care of you?” she instantly asked.

I explained that I took care of myself.

 “Oh.”

When I started writing this story, I took a look at a scrapbook I’ve kept through the years. It’s amazing what can be forgotten in just a quarter-century. I found something I had typed for my mother that she had written when her ninety-first birthday was coming up. I had forgotten all about it but since at that point I had just turned ninety-one, it now meant more to me. Here it is:

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About Roxie Olmstead

Roxie Olmstead took up writing in her late-fifties. A Garden City resident, she has lived in six states, providing many experiences to use in her writing. One of her poems was published when she was sixty and today, at age ninety-two, she has published more than two hundred pieces and continues to write in various genres.