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    The Humorous Side of Aging
    The Humorous Side of Aging
    The Humorous Side of Aging
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    The Humorous Side of Aging

    By Judy Deutchman

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    Readers are laughing days after they read! Hop on board to yesterday for seniors and baby boomers! This is the book for seniors that will bring you memories of yesterday filled with the old days then and now. You will laugh, then smile bringing your hearts home. Just because we are old enough to have grandchildren that doesn't mean we still can’t move! Dancing is something anyone can do at any age, and grandmas and grandpas still got it!
    Not only do we still have great rhythm and energy, we also have a great sense of humor! And isn't that the best way to stay young?For seniors and baby boomers,
    The Humorous Side Of Aging will bring you memories of yesterday filled with the old days and the now. You will laugh, then smile, bringing your hearts home.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJudy Deutchman
    Release dateJan 13, 2015
    ISBN9781311234742
    The Humorous Side of Aging
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    Judy Deutchman

    I am happily married with three grown children who are successful. I have worked in healthcare for 35 years or more now. What brought me to healthcare in the beginning Is so memorable. I started learning Hawaiian dancing at 9 years old with my mother. Traveling with my mom for twenty years, entertaining the elderly community. This brought my heart to a full circle. My interest in the elderly community led me to work in healthcare. from 1978 after graduating high school, to the present time. At that time, I was an attendant at a retirement home taking residence to and from their rooms during mealtime and activities. I have worked in hospitals and nursing homes, and retirement communities since. I am now an IP (Independent Care Provider) for the State of Washington.Also I enjoy creating art, such as oil painting and graphic arts. I also crochet like I'm working in a factory because I love it that much. I am a heart on the sleeve human, with real emotions. I started writing in 2000.

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      The Humorous Side of Aging - Judy Deutchman

      The Humorous Side of Aging

      Bringing Heart Warming Memories With Aging Laughter

      Judy Deutchman (Matthews)

      Copyright © 2014 Judy Deutchman

      All rights reserved.

      Distributed by Smashwords

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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      I want to personally thank all my readers

      For sharing the inspiration

      And memories we will cherish always.

      This book is dedicate to my children who are grown now and my husband whom I love growing old with.

      Contents

      Chapter One………Grandma’s Job Search Log

      Chapter Two………It Can’t Be Easy

      Chapter Three………Hire Me I’m Worth It

      Chapter Four………I’m Still Kicking

      Chapter Five………Middle Age Growing Pains

      Chapter Six………Blast From The Past

      Chapter Seven………That Old Nurturing Feeling

      Chapter Eight………Jealousy verses Maturity

      Chapter Nine………Forward Flashbacks

      Chapter Ten………Time Flies

      Chapter Eleven………Young At Heart

      Chapter 1

      Grandmas Job Search Log

      Observing my fogged up mirror after a morning shower, I jumped with shock, dropping my towel the minute I felt my husband’s hand grip my ripe old butt. He described to me that he was just trying to grab an apple from the basket. I told him that was a nice compliment because other than my body, apples are taut and firm. He then said that it was more like a soft well ripened fuzzy peach. How nice it is to still feel desirable at this age. My husband with a silly personality reminding me of my favorite cartoon characters, is good to me.’ With a giggle I could not hold in, I continued with my morning routine, leaving the towel on the floor at this point. Using a dry towel with one hand to clear away the steam and holding firmly onto my coffee cup with the other, I centered my attention on counting silver threads piling over my auburn color that I proudly covered a month ago, while pondering if it’s all worth it. I’m truly out of work for the first time at fifty five. Three months have gone by, taking with it a small nest egg I never thought I would have to depend on, at my age.

      I remember not long ago, in my youth, before the family life, still getting a full time work schedule and holding down two jobs. I was able to party all night, while sleeping at work on my lunch break. Thinking back, it seemed so easy. I am not calling myself old yet, for the proof of the generation of eighty to ninety call me part of the young crowd. I for one hope that’s not what I will be like, telling the middle aged they are young people too. If I do, please let there still be the existence of hair dye, allowing myself to feel I have a memory that gives me a wish of being young at heart. I do recall when gray hair never mattered. It was all about grandma and grandpa coming for a visit, letting their hair turn gray and figures pop in all directions. The grandkids ran for hugs and kisses, while secretly wiping off their kissed cheeks. Getting our little cheeks pinched, wishing and hoping it didn't happen again, trying to avoid it at the end of the visit. I would give anything for that now, without the fidgety feeling of running to hide so I could go behind closed doors to wipe it off. Time has passed and grandparents are no longer one hundred percent there, being replaced by daycares as the parents go off to work. Now, in our middle aged lives, we are looking for work, losing the memory of the big garden in the backyard full of the tallest corn stalks. Sweet potatoes and carrots hiding under the ground with a tip of green decor and most of all, Mr. Scarecrow standing watch.

      Being a nurse for close to thirty eight years, I grip on not going down in silence. We are the In-crowd baby boomers; fluffy, plump and full of hugging and spoiling our outstanding grandchildren. As our time draws near, we can only hope to see in-home caregivers driving us where we want to go. We will be dreaming of having clean homes, with our meals prepared, while joyfully sharing our stories of the old days. Sounds like a pretty good dream after all the years of picking up after our children and husbands. Fantastic payoff to finally be able tell others that work for us to do the dishes and laundry, give us a bath and cook a nice hot meal. Becoming involved with the State as an Independent Healthcare Provider, the last five years, was a breath of fresh air. Having a single unique patient to care for individually in their own homes had been less taxing. Spending a majority of thirty years working in hospitals, nursing homes, then retirement inns including home health care, age suddenly puts into perspective what I’m unable to do anymore. Indeed, I am in the middle, so still young, not old at all, with the realistic situation at hand. This has made it tougher to find work. What’s the matter with me or is it that the younger generation is ignoring my knowledge? Now I am facing the age bracket of watching the young get the job first. I want to be standing in line ready to work, putting my age behind me with an unending balance of faith. I looked forward to meeting each interview with a client that clearly ends up being as timeworn as me or a few years on me. Heading out for possible employment as I go from different meeting places for interviews working in the direction of regaining my health insurance or should I say life insurance, which both has been on pause for four months due to reduction in my work hours. I thought financial depression was over in the eighteen to nineteen hundreds. I personally lean on faith for all I go through and more so at my age now. Things take place for a reason, so I must trust in knowing that these are life lessons to a higher blessing.

      Job interviews in the fifty year old and up age range make us become motivated because we are the people of expertise. In any case, it’s not taken casually by ourselves as professionals now. My first job call comes in, so I’m now a human being of the working senior group, plus someone wants me. Somebody that wonders more about the number of

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