Please be patient with me – I’m from the 1900s. Not 1900, but the 1900s. And not to brag, but I was alive when you could slam a phone down to make a point. A real receiver. A real cord. A real “thunk” when I slammed it down. It was glorious.
As women in our 50s, 60s and on, we’ve lived through a lot. We’ve earned every laugh line, every story, and yes… every moment of “now what was I saying?” So here are a few things our generation would love to share with the next.
I’m not talking about dementia or Alzheimer’s. I’m talking about the natural, everyday memory shifts that come with aging. Our bodies change, and our brains do, too. They even shrink a bit over time, which can lead to occasional forgetfulness – totally normal.
There are ways to support our memory:
But if our recall is a little slower, and it doesn’t interfere with our independence, show us ladies from the 1900s a little grace.
I’ve slammed a phone down. I’ve paid bills with checks. I’ve relied on a dog and a baseball bat for home security. Now, it’s Ring cameras, online banking, and passwords that require a symbol, a number, a haiku, and a blood sample.
Just when I figure out the latest phone update, a new one drops.
But here’s the thing: we’re strong, independent women. We survived blue eyeshadow, big hair, and shoulder pads that could double as flotation devices. According to an AARP survey, “two‑thirds of adults 50+ say technology enriches their lives and makes aging easier.” With a little patience from the Verizon guy, our kids, a tech‑savvy friend, or even a blogger, we can embrace it, too. We just may need to triple the font size.
We’ve lived. We’ve loved. We’ve collected memories like seashells, and we enjoy sharing them.
Sometimes we share them more than once.
My dad used to raise his hand when I repeated a story – a gentle “heard it already.” We’d laugh. But as he got older and he began repeating his stories, I didn’t’ raise my hand. I listened. I listened because I loved him, because I enjoyed our time together, and because I knew that one day I would miss hearing his voice.
So, when we repeat a story or two, I hope the people around us will listen with the same patience and love.
We made it through math class without calculators, but these days it might take us a minute to warm up after sitting. A good nap is a gift. And sometimes the stiffness needs a moment to shake out.
But staying mobile matters.
Moderate exercise helps maintain strength, flexibility, and balance – all key to avoiding falls. Whether it’s water aerobics at the Y, a stroll through the neighborhood, or joining a hiking club, the trick is to keep moving.
We may be a little forgetful and a little slower these days, but that doesn’t make us stupid. We are smart, capable women who have raised families, built careers, run businesses – or juggled all of the above while still remembering where everyone’s socks were. So, when the younger generation talks to us like we’re clueless, it’s downright insulting. Older, wiser, and moving at our own pace does not equal ‘dummy’. It just means we’ve earned the right to take our time… and maybe reread the instructions once or twice.
We made mixed tapes.
We wore leg warmers (not just to dance class).
We crimped and permed our hair.
We slathered ourselves in baby oil and iodine.
We strutted around in shoulder pads like linebackers.
If we survived that, we can make aging look graceful. We just need a little patience from ourselves – and from those around us. Read more stories on Kicking the Chaos with Kaylin.
What can you tell us about your experiences as a woman from the 1900s? Which memories and achievements are you most proud of?
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I have experienced all those things including a party line where we had to only answer on our triple ring. I also use tech a lot as still working full time and use it slowly but wisely.
KV, I never had a party line but the idea of them was interesting to me. And good for you with all the tech at work….slowly and wisely wins the race.
I raised my two children pretty well by myself. I held down a busy job as a teacher, paid off a mortgage, and moved to a new country with my 14 year old daughter and two suitcases (one full of her fluffy toys).
I am retired now and enjoy an active life, aquarobics and art and lots of books.
Love your story, Toni. You sound like a rockstar!
Great article. Every “older” person can recognize themselves. I don’t feel old enough to think I am old.
our adult child asked me if I remember the tv shows stopping at midnight. Sure enough I do.
Elli, I remember the tv going off at midnight too….that was when the dinosaurs roamed the earth right?!? But seriously, I do too and what is funny is that now I sleep with the tv on all night. (I know it’s a horrible habit). thank you for the kind words! Happy new year!
This is a welcome article after so many relating to women in their 60’s feeling “old”. I think of my grandmother seeing the airplane come into being, cars instead of horse and buggies, TV – but think of my own life being more personally changed and challenged by computerized living, mobile phones, advance of AI, Alexa turning on my lights. I find it challenging to keep accepting all the changes and actually am not lamenting that I will be gone when AI is even more prevalent.
Winifred, Thank you and that is an interesting perspective to think about it from our grandparents’ point of view. Change is inevitable I guess but it does seem to be happening at a rapid pace. Us gals have to stick together and let the youths know that they need to show us a little patience because they too will be in our shoes one day. Happy new year!