Contributors
Reflections of an Older Adult
Robert Neff
July 2002
I am not sure when older adulthood and/or retirement begins. I retired from the presidency of Juniata College on June 30, 1998 at age sixty-two. Four years later I am less clear on what retirement means than I was at that time. I look at this new stage as a search for meaning outside the context of a career path. Since I never had one career path, perhaps it was easier to come to this conclusion. I am less satisfied with the phrase, second adolescence, because this period is not a repeat of an earlier stage. The Hindus refer to this time as vana prashta, a wandering in the forest towards spiritual maturity. It's an enchanted forest with discoveries that unfold in uncharted ways.
In preparation for this stage I began daily prayer and devotions under the supervision of a spiritual director that has continued for more than five years. I have found that I have become more open to the future, more forgiving to the past, and more oriented to living one day at a time. My days are anchored in this discipline that had surfaced at various times in my life but not with the present regularity, persistence, or insight.
I was given several gifts. The President of Penn State University gave me an office near the library where I began work on a commentary on Job. Six months later I was called to assist the Village at Morrisons Cove raise money for the purchase of land contiguous to the facility. I was invited to teach an introductory course on the Old Testament for the Susquehanna Satellite. In my second year out, so to speak, I began assisting on a volunteer basis the development of an Agricultural Exchange Project with Rotary International and National Universities of Agriculture.
What I have been able to sift through is that I still love to teach. I will never be "the expert" I was when I left the Seminary in 1977. I thought that I would always relate to College age students. Now I enjoy teaching older students. Some of the volunteer projects have come to completion, and I am only marginally related to Penn State University at this point. I am a fund raising professional and am a charter member of a new club for the Association of fund raising Professionals in Altoona. At The Village at Morrisons Cove I am working with younger professionals and enjoying every minute.
I have found a new focus that centers on aging issues and providing materials for assisting older adults lead active and productive lives. I still have a commentary to complete. I enjoy gardening, solving crossword puzzles, travel, and spending more time with Dottie, Scott, and Heather. Purposeful work remains important to me. Just going to an office is not sufficient. I have to achieve something.
This stage is not at all what I had programmed. At first I cast about for the right thing, but actually the opportunities came to me and not at all in the way I had expected. This dimension has been true all of my life. In that sense, contrary to what I had expected, the patterns or behaviors and opportunities persisted in an arena of serendipity. This is much the way life has unfolded for me through early adolescence until now.
I was not prepared for the losses, the death of a close friend, Ron Cherry, and father figure, Paul Robinson. The diminished capacities of relatives have required adjustments in relationships. At the same time I feel closer to my mother than at any time during our life together. My sister and I have come to terms about our father and have adjusted memories to a point of healing. I have enjoyed more time with immediate family and increased the celebrations we share. I remain in our larger family the official chaplain so that I am called upon to officiate at weddings. I cannot emotionally preside at funerals. The connections of family are extremely important and meaningful.
I am more aware of good health and cannot take for granted that it will persist. In this year I have pulled a calf muscle from a tendon, had surgery on my face, and am in the process of having a broken tooth replaced. I am more aware how vulnerable we become as we age, both as it relates to our aging bodies and the quality of care we receive. I am fortunate to have a caring wife and children who are the real source of my good health.
I have come to a conclusion that this stage of life is a period of reinvention. Past modes of operation do not suffice. New meanings are available but for the most part these are uncharted waters, a time of self-discovery and individuation not possible in earlier stages of life. For that reason life as an older adult is more challenging because no one holds the key to one's life except God and you alone. I love the rabbinic view that just before birth the angels write on our hearts the reality of who we are. But at each birth we forget. Older adults have the opportunity to devote more time to unraveling the message of our hearts and to fulfill the individual destinies closest to who we actually are. Our connections to family and our society remain. However, the freedom to stand out of those expectations enables us to sing the songs of our hearts.
Life Passages
David Metzler
August 2002
Asked to reflect upon how I have coped with retirement -- expectations, consequences, problems, satisfactions--I find it best to consider my retirement as one passage in the faith journey that my life is. Thus, I prefer not to focus narrowly on "retirement issues" but to view my life in its continuity before God and within my wider human family.
I believe every person's life is a journey through which he or she comes to terms with ultimate questions of meaning that no one can escape: What is the "meaning" in which my life unfolds? What is the meaning of my life within the larger social and natural worlds. No one can escape these questions and the commitments we come to hold, either consciously or unconsciously, in regard to Who God is, who we are called to be, and what God's will is for us in the world that determine how we live. I have come to perceive that the devout in the major religions of the world have much in common in their understanding of these ultimate questions. In the Judeo-Christian-Muslim tradition God is one righteous Creator, Sustainer and gracious Lord; human beings are God's creatures, free and responsible to live obediently in community with each other and in harmony with the rest of creation. For all people the historical, political and cultural circumstances in which we live are always changing. Thus, it has been said that we should read the newspaper to see what God is doing in the world today, because in the words of the hymn "new occasions teach new duties."
Teaching religion at Bridgewater College has been one major engagement with life through which I have grown and changed; though all life experiences of tragedy, sorrow, joy, and searching for understanding provide the context for personal growth and discovery. My perception of God, the Loving Mystery in which all being unfolds, is less parochial than when I was young. My perception of God's human family is much more inclusive then when I was young. In the veins of our grandchildren flows North European, Hispanic, African, and Asian blood. I share respect and understanding with friends of Asian, African and Middle Eastern faith traditions. My perspective upon "what God is doing in the world" (from medieval through renaissance and colonial eras, the world wars, cold war, modernism, post modernism and into globalization) has sharpened my sense of the dangers and the possibilities the human family faces in the coming decades of our common history.
Thus, I feel an urgency to live in and represent the unity of human community that can lead to peace and wholeness for the world--a unity rooted in an interfaith respect and understanding which transcends the cherished particular religious traditions in which we as individuals are nourished.
This calling is one into which I have grown and matured within my professional career; but it is one from which I cannot retire. The venue simply becomes more inclusive. The calling is lived out in how one relates to people and the environment always and everywhere. It has to do with quality of interpersonal relations, with political decision making, with church life and ecumenical relations, with life style decisions, with how we grow in spiritual harmony with the Life of God ad infinitum.
Retirement from teaching for me came as a response to an inner urging not to "quit," but to move on. Hindu thought perceives life as unfolding through stages. Childhood and young adulthood is a time of discovery, of beginning to learn about life and its meaning, which is the concern of "religion." Mature adulthood is the time of parenting, working, doing, building, producing, and wielding the levers of power. Those of advanced age move forward into spiritual enlightenment, reflective understanding and disengagement from the accumulation of "things" that have been necessary in the world of house-holding and business. The young look toward earthbound possibilities; the old with memories rooted in the past can come to see things whole under the aspect of spiritual reality. There is truth to this perception of the stages (or passages) of human living. It defines how we of diverse generations both differ and need each other as we journey together through the passages of life.
I have observed that aging can lead one to find one's sense of worth in past achievements; and, consequently, with declining energy and accustomed levels of achievement one can feel a loss of worth. At my present stage of aging I find satisfaction in the enlarging spiritual vision of God and God's creation which aging has helped to bring to me. With that comes an urgency and zest for finding ways to exercise that vision. I am trusting now that no matter how physical and mental energies may decline the words of the Westminster Catechism that the chief end of our living is to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever" may still be found true. If that will be the case, I trust that I shall find meaning in my being before God even as my powers of doing may decline.
Retiring to Volunteer
D. Eugene Lichty
October 2002
Strictly speaking my retirement commenced 12 years ago. At 69 years of age my final contract with McPherson College ended. Two and a half months later my wife and I enrolled in the 194th unit of BVS. We were the eldest two members of that unit. Our assignment, which we had dreamed about for a couple years, was that of directing the World Friendship Center in Hiroshima, Japan. Since that time we have participated in volunteer services in a number of projects.
For a year I filled in as Interim District Executive for the Western Plains District. Incidentally, I developed a new appreciation for the office of District Executive during that short period. I have also worked in various volunteer positions on several different occasions at the New Windsor Brethren Service Center. In fact we have considered New Windsor to be our second home, having been employed there following two years of relief work in Italy under the Brethren Service Commission. We may have the distinction of giving birth in 1948 to the only child born in Becker Hall on the New Windsor campus.
In the 1990s we also accepted an emergency call to supervise the district's work at the Lybrook Indian Mission in New Mexico for several weeks. Later, on a blizzard-like Sunday in early January 1999, we followed the path shoveled out by Bethany President Eugene Roop and wife into the Brethren Hospitality House in Richmond, Indiana. This became our volunteer home for two months. The snow remained the entire time. We enjoyed our work as hosts for the House and also duties at the Bethany Seminary. I think you can see that much of our retirement has involved volunteer work among various church projects. These have taken us around much of the world and into a variety of experiences. Now that health and travel limitations have restricted our radius of work, we both must find avenues of service closer to home. I continue to be a member of the board of On Earth Peace and give a great deal of time helping that agency secure gifts in order to carry on the work begun by M.R. Zigler who has had a significant impact on our lives.
It should also be noted that volunteering during retirement is simply an extension of our working years. Volunteer work in Italy was begun two years before the inauguration of Brethren Volunteer Service. I had the privilege of witnessing the Annual Conference action in Colorado Springs in 1948 when Ted Chambers, standing on an orange crate, introduced the idea of BVS.
Even during World War II, I spent two summers as a member of the National Youth Cabinet encouraging local youth groups. In the summer of 1944 Dan West convinced me to visit the churches in California with a Ministry of Reconciliation. These experiences have enriched our lives and made retirement a pleasure. They have also enabled us to appreciate the mission of the Church of the Brethren in a greater measure. We hope that we are setting an example for our 5 children, 12 grandchildren, and one great-grandchild that may enrich their lives and encourage them to be faithful to their callings. Now we must learn to continue our volunteering closer to home via the telephone and e-mail.
Living Our Older Adult Years
Gordon W. Bucher
June 2002
Living our older adult years has been and is a lot of fun. It also has had a few heartaches and pains, but that was also true before we retired.
Freedom to make choices outside of work responsibilities: Retirement has provided us with the freedom to decide how we are going to spend our time and what we would really like to do. It has meant more time for swimming for Darlene (my wife of 55 years) and golf for me. It has provided more time for enjoying our home and keeping the birds fed.
Caring for our parents: My mother lived 5 hours away and had been a widow for many years. She was 95 when she became ill and landed in the nursing home. She came to live with us on her 96th birthday. We (and hospice) ministered to her for 10 months until she died in our home. Darlene's mother is now 100 and has lived in a nursing home since September 2001. She lives 5 hours away, also. We try to visit her once a month. It is not easy to minister to aging parents whether in the home or away, but it is a joyous ministry to those whom we love so deeply.
Enjoying our children, grandchildren, and friends: We are able to enjoy being with our children and their spouses and watching our grandchildren in musical and sporting events. What a privilege! We are also able to enjoy being with close friends to eat out, to play games, and to discuss and settle the issues of the world and church. These times are great.
Volunteering in the life of the church: The church has always had a high priority in our lives. We are now able to choose the activities in which we wish to participate such as the choir, teaching church school, and leading a lay visitation program.
Health concerns: We have always had good health. However, five years after retirement I had heart by-pass surgery. Two years later I had abdominal aortic aneurysm surgery and radiation treatments for prostate cancer. Darlene has had to battle diabetes. What will the future hold for our health? Will finances be adequate if we end up in a nursing home for an extended time? Health is such a blessing, and illness is such a "pain in the whatever."
Preparations for the final leap into the heavenly home: Yes, we have amended our wills several times and always designated 10% in the wills for agencies of the Church of the Brethren. Yes, we have our cemetery plots. I hate to be burned. Besides, I am a genealogical bug and like to find the tombstones of my ancestors. I have written a genealogical book for my mother's parent's family the Davids. I have written my autobiography for our children and grandchildren, and we have shared with our children our financial condition and some of our desires for the final step to our heavenly home.
Faith values: I gave my life to Christ and the church years ago. I entered the ministry at the age of 17. I served 40 years as a pastor and district executive. Darlene also gave her life to Christ and the church years ago. She served as a volunteer in the life of the church while also serving as a public school teacher and elementary principal for 30 years. Our basic values have not changed. However, the issues in the church and the world have changed somewhat. We wrestle with how to remain true to our faith in a changing church and world. It is important for us to remain faithful to Christ and the church. We see ourselves as church loyalists.
We are really enjoying our retirement years. We pray for God's guidance for the rest of lives.
Confessions of an Aging Dunker
Graydon F. Snyder
July 2002
Retirement
Fortunately my retirement was gradual. After formal retirement I continued to teach for two additional years. During that period my interests shifted more toward writing something I had always wanted to do. I did love to teach and I do miss the classroom, but writing has extended my vocation as a teacher. Actually other aging issues seem more important.
The real "retirement" was from physical competition. I have been involved in competitive sports since I was six years old. As an adult, playing tennis or racquetball was a way of life. It was great exercise. It was an outlet for competitive dynamics. About five years ago a series of replacement operations were carried out on my knees, hip and shoulder. No more sports! Attempts to replace the intense physical exercise of sports have not proven satisfactory. Even more of a problem is the loss of competition. What form does it take now? How do I express competition? Or is it unconscious? Do I needle my friends more than before? Are my book reviews nastier? Has the drive to compete transferred to a drive to write day in and day out? Unlike many of my senior friends, I have not yet transferred my sense of competition to checkers, chess, bridge, pinochle or whatever. I do know such "sports" are necessary in order to keep my mind sharp.
Parallel to the loss of competition is the loss of control. To be at the mercy of doctors and nurses brings its own humiliation. I am an old man who walks slowly. Local University of Chicago students often hold the door for me. But more critical is the loss of economic control. At retirement I could no longer increase my income. It is fixed. It always will be. So all decisions must be made in terms of available finances (that is, pensions plus savings). An extra trip or vacation may take money from our capital funds. Additional earning is impossible. There is no longer control except to say no.
Unconditional Love
I am an orphan. Through my parents I knew unconditional love. Of course, we define God as one who loves without condition, but we experience that divine love through human agents. We believe the human Jesus made that love known to us. In everyday life we need agents of love who convey God's love by their unconditional love for us. Even when the parent/child relationship has been thwarted, for most of us our parents serve as the source of unconditional love. When our parents pass away, when we have become orphans, those agents may be gone. We may well wonder: does anyone love us unconditionally? Our friends and our spouse have chosen us. Can those around us who love us, but are not blood family/parents, actually show unconditional love? When love is a choice can it ever become unconditional? Can foster parents or stepparents show unconditional love? Actually I am amazed at the number of friends who say they had to earn the love of their parents. So now they depend on other family members or dear friends as the agents of God's unconditional love.
My parents have passed away. Becoming old means that my primary agents of unconditional love have disappeared. My connection with God's love has been altered. Can I continue to sense the love of God, or will my relationship with God turn to creeds, affirmations and causes? On the other hand, when we are orphans we shift from loved to lover. At age seventy-two can I give to others even though receiving from parents is now a past memory? I have three offspring who now look to me now as an agent of God's unconditional love. They need to know there is a father (and a mother) who will never ever abandon them. It is fearsome at age seventy-two to stand in the place of God.
Agape and Eros
It has been customary to speak of God's unconditional love as agape and human (choice) love as Eros. Eros has demands and conditions. I am fortunate to have many such Eros friends. I trust them implicitly. But they are chosen. And choices can change. I try to do what they would like, and they try to do what I would like. In that sense our love for each other is conditional. Can my friends, nevertheless, see in me a divine agent that will not disappear?
Equally important, can God's other children, especially, for example, God's family at First Church in Chicago, see in me a retired, orphaned father who will be there as long as possible? Can they see in my limited (Eros) love that God loves them unconditionally? In the faith community how else could genuine faith in God be passed on? The children of God see in older fathers and mothers the kind of agape love that will make them loving. I have had Eros (chosen) fathers like Paul Robinson, Jesse Ziegler, and Chalmer Faw. I have had Eros (chosen) mothers like Gladys Muir and Anna Mow. Now it is my turn. I pray I can pass on that same care given to me.
Focus
Sell your books. Give your clothes to the rummage sale. Don't buy what you can't use. Is that trip necessary? Focus. As an aged person I have to cut back. I have to concentrate on just a few things. My spouse and I do go to concerts. We participate in Chicago's First Church. We visit our family, or they visit us. I meet with other New Testament scholars. I don't go to meetings with Old Testament scholars or patristic scholars. I don't attend retreats. I don't hear those very interesting lectures at the University. I don't go to every important political meeting. I don't participate in helpful financial seminars. I don't seek out very needed assistance in computer training. Focus. I sit at home and write. I have limited life to do what I enjoy and what I do best.
There is nothing left to prove or achieve. My obituary has been written (see Common Life in the Early Church, Trinity Press). I can't earn more money. I don't have the energy to take on another job and what value would it have? Focus. I write on New Testament questions, early Christian art, and death and dying. Everything else has become a blur. Focus. A serious part of aging has been the limitation of skills, interests and time investment. I don't have the energy to reinvent myself as a gardener, or an income tax consultant, or a travel agent. Focus. I have doubts about the poem, "Grow old with me, the best of life is yet to come." But there are satisfactions: time to do what you had always wanted to do, the opportunity to be a parent and grandparent rather than a child, the permission to concentrate on just a few concerns. "Grow old with me, you'll be okay."
Life After Retirement
Joan George Deeter
November 2002
Sometimes I feel like I'm living on borrowed time. Five years after official retirement from full time employment I am able to live free of any significant physical impairments. I don't take that for granted. Every day there are reminders of how quickly that can change and I know that my parents weren't that fortunate.
Good health clearly makes it easier to enjoy quality life in the post-retirement years. None of us moves through this period without periodic reminders of change. We notice people don't speak as clearly as they did earlier, and the print in our reading material seems to be smaller than it once was. Movement is sometimes accompanied by gentle signals that suggest body parts are wearing out. We can't totally forget the accumulation of years. Yet I know I am fortunate when it is not necessary to consider physical factors in making daily decisions.
A family celebration of our 50th wedding anniversary this summer was yet another cause for gratitude. How fortunate we were to reach the fifty year milestone and have all fifteen members of our immediate family together for a week!! That they wanted to be there and were able to enjoy one another for that period of time was the greatest gift we could have received. The quilt to which they each contributed is a cherished bonus. And in addition there are wider family members and wonderful friends who enrich my life in ways I can't begin to detail.
So as I look at life after retirement, I begin with gratitude. The fulfillment I experience is rooted in realities beyond my control. Were it not for health I would not be able to fill my days with my present level of meaningful work and volunteer activities. Without those friends and family members I would have to work harder to find the support and challenge necessary to keep me mentally and spiritually on the move.
I do know it is possible to have quality life without the benefit of good health or the level of family and friend support I enjoy. Since I work half time as a chaplain at Timbercrest, a Church of the Brethren retirement community in North Manchester, every day I see people who thrive mentally and spiritually despite major physical challenges. Some have lost most, or in some cases all, of the family that once surrounded them. Watching them gives me hope for my life in that future time when I expect to face some of those same losses.
Working at Timbercrest provides continual reminders that the quality of aging, though significantly affected by factors beyond our control, is not dependent on them. Day by day I marvel at those whose courage and spiritual grace enable them to live well despite tremendous obstacles. They sparkle with inner joy and make life better for everyone around them. They are wonderful models for those of us following behind.
Being able to shift gears but continue working after retirement is helpful for some of us. It feeds a sense of self worth that is easily threatened in this stage of life. I am glad that has been possible for me, but I like to believe a sense of fulfillment is not dependent on paid employment. Though work opportunities aren't always available, the doors to volunteering are wide open.
At this stage the problem is not one of finding volunteer possibilities but in making careful choices about how many assignments to accept. Currently I find myself active in volunteer roles for the college, the local congregation, the district, and ABC. Each role connects me to new people and pushes me to move out of that wonderful Lazy Boy and contribute to the wider community.
There are bad days. Losses increase with the years. Death claims beloved friends and family members. I can easily feel defeated and powerless as I reflect on the many things in our world that are not what I believe they should be. I mourn as our nation pursues directions that promise more death. In youth I dreamed of fixing thing or at least helping to make them better.
Now optimism is harder. It helps to do something. I sign letters, contribute to causes I support. Periodically I join a protest, initiate congressional contact. I preach what I believe and seek to feed the candle of hope.
One part of post-retirement activity has taken me for the first time to prisons in Indiana. I have been introduced to a world that had previously been hidden from me. Walking with persons whose lives have been dramatically dislocated has been painful at times. Yet it has brought an awareness I never had before, and I'm grateful for that.
On the whole the five years since the end of full employment have been good years for me. I have been able to do a number of things I had never tried before. Some, like teaching a college class for the first time, were a bit frightening. Yet each one fueled a sense of fulfillment. My golf game hasn't improved, despite more time for playing. My reading diet is hardly exemplary, although I have managed to read more books and give more attention to the magazines and newspapers that enter our home. The focus is forward and expectant. There is a lot still to be done and experienced. I am grateful to be alive.
How Am I Living Out Older Adulthood?
H. Lamar Gibble
July 2002
Shortly after exiting employment from the Church of the Brethren General Board at the age of 66, I was with an ecumenical group visiting the U.S. State Department to raise concerns related to the Balkan conflict, the expansion of NATO, and other European related issues. We were awaiting security clearance in the foyer when from some distance away I heard my name called. Turning around I saw a Church of the Brethren friend with broad brimmed hat and beard whom many of you would know. "Why are you here?" he asked. To which I replied in kind. When asked about my work with the Board I responded that I had retired. "Retired! I read nowhere in the Bible about retirement," he retorted with a smile; and we returned to our sharing about the focus of our "lobbying" efforts at State that day.
I've thought about that exchange many times since. That was probably five years ago, and during that time the abrupt demarcation lines often linked to retirement have blurred. I like better the texture and timbre of "living out older adulthood," than "What are you doing in retirement?"
While Nancy and I took seriously preparations that would help insure some financial and health care security for our later years in life, we were not frenetic about detailed retirement planning. My work was challenging and exciting through that celebrative event, just days before my retirement, when I represented the NCCCUSA at the Assembly of the Pacific Conference of Churches in Tahiti. Neither was there much time for thoughts of "What shall I do now?" since there were other already arranged commitments and significant things to do.
During my years of "gainful employment" the nature of my work and extensive travel minimized my assumption of local congregational responsibilities. So these recent years have been filled with local church special committee activities, work on congregational by-laws and structure, and serving as moderator, among other things. Before concluding my professional time with the General Board, I had been asked to assume a consultant's role for four more years with the NCCCUSA on agricultural development projects in Russia. Responsibilities as an Elizabethtown College Trustee and a Brethren Benefit Trust Director presented challenges and rewarding experiences and relationships. The main difference in retirement was not a less busy schedule, but that I could choose the focus of my busyness.
My agricultural/farm roots and 27 years directing Brethren Agricultural Exchange Programs with Poland, Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, and China produced an avid gardener of vegetables, fruits and flowers. Extended travel during the past 30 years has not jaded our travel interests. Good books and a continuing avid interest in current affairs and politics, both domestic and international, keep me reading almost as much as during my pastoral and national staff work. This time also provides more opportunities to be engaged with children and grandchildren in enjoyable ways for which there was not as much time as I wished during employment. There always seem to be many things to do, plenty of opportunities to volunteer, and new interests to pursue.
So post-"gainful employment" time has been good! My health thus far has allowed a full life and hope that I might be able to be engaged in similar ways to those already mentioned in the years ahead. I am concerned that the church might become as supportive and enthused about the needs and contributions of older adults, as it is and has been in regard to Brethren youth. With the growth in numbers of older adults in our society and the major role they play in providing moral and financial support to the denomination's agencies and programs, it would be my hope that the denomination would expand its ministries like NOAC, retirement care, etc. It might just be that the professional experience and wisdom of many of us is still relevant and that our counsel might still be useful if it would be sought. Maybe our earlier denominational tradition in which "the elders" were perceived as a reservoir of wisdom (still true also in many Asian cultures) might still be relevant and useful.
I have not feared the older adult years, and experience thus far has not changed my mind. That is not to say that there is not concern regarding health problems in aging, the growing costs of health care and insurances, fixed incomes in the face of a shaky economy, and some of the pandemic ills of our global community (global environmental degradation, escalating violence, armaments and wars, the growing chasm between rich and poor, AIDS, etc.). But these can also provide challenges and opportunities to become engaged and remain creatively involved. I do, however, miss the associations with my many international and ecumenical contacts, agencies and friends!
Older adulthood is good, filled with opportunity; a time to enjoy life and to stop and smell some of the roses we were too busy to smell in earlier years.
How Am I Living Out Older Adulthood?
S. Loren Bowman
July 2002
I retired Dec. 31, 1977, and now am approaching a quarter-of-a-century as a retiree. How I am living out these days was largely determined by planning for retirement. Productive days in any period of life calls for the establishment of specific goals undergirded with an attitude that welcomes flexibility as new situations are faced.
Comprehensive planning includes a real assessment of financial needs including daily living costs and health insurance that considers the worst of circumstances and definite listing of possibilities for the involvement of your energy across years of aging. In our case, when Claire (my spouse) was denied long-term health coverage, it was necessary to come up with a different way of providing increased cash flow to cover later heavy costs. A substantial annuity was funded and as it turned out the monthly withdrawls saved the day.
Some of my time has gone to involvement in the organized life of the retirement community in which I live and in the life of the local church. The participation takes the form of committee service as well as sharing in special events. A portion of time given to these endeavors provides a bit of structure to life that is essential.
One of the most rewarding aspects of my older adult life (I will be 90 in October.) was my decision to explore areas of human thought/knowledge outside my professional areas of study. I chose science as one field of exploration not specific material such as text books looking for the new trends or breakthroughs developing on a wide front. Such findings were readily available in books, periodicals and public media. For me this meant giving only minor attention to keeping abreast of the old areas such as religion and administration.
I also found good mental stimulation over the past thirty years as a member of the World Future Society. The Futurist, its official magazine, coupled with selected recommended books, gave me a sample of the kind of things persons/scholars were seeing in our future. Some of the predictions were far out; some were technically beyond my knowledge. Over the years only about 50 percent of the predictions were right. Participation in the society opened up an entirely different area of thinking, and it has proven both fascinating and stimulating.
This search spilled over into the life of my community in a limited way as I shared some of the trends in a lecture series as well as in a monthly book club. By some I was dubbed the "in house futurist." This was stretching the point since no academic courses had been taken, although courses in futurism are now listed in the offerings of major universities.
My approach may not be helpful for others, but it has convinced me that every older adult should find some area outside one's area of expertise and enjoy the exhilaration of a sustained exploration in one or more unfamiliar areas of human thought. This will help achieve the request "God, please never let me lose the sense of adventure."
Approaching, Entering and Experiencing My Retirement Years
Lowell K. Brubaker
July 2002
My first thoughts about retiring occurred in my college and apprenticeship experience. I majored in Industrial Arts at McPherson College and entered an apprenticeship with Lockheed Aircraft in wood pattern making. One of my ideas was figuring out how these skills in wood working could be used during my retirement years.
Many years later my wife and I attended some classes in our local Junior College that dealt with the subject of preparing for your retirement years. The topics covered included health, financial, social, and family issues that were pertinent to retirement.
A professional opportunity and an early retirement from public school administration came together at an unexpected moment in my life. This occurrence provided the opportunity to change the levels of my professional work and to enter a semi-retirement stage of activity. Thus my first retirement years were a mix. After eight-plus years of university administration work and limited retirement, I fully retired, These full retirement years have included woodworking, tutoring and volunteering in my church and other organizations.
Because of my interest and strong belief in the value of education, I have used my retirement years as an opportunity to further my knowledge and experience. Twenty-two Elder hostel programs and other educational trips have opened doors to new insights and understandings that have enriched my life and stretched my horizons.
My abiding commitment to education has motivated me to spend several years tutoring boys who were incarcerated and needed help in the basic skills of reading, etc. A further dimension of this interest has been enhanced by some twenty-five plus years on the Board of Trustees at the University of La Verne.
My retirement has provided me the opportunity to serve in several responsible volunteer assignments. My church has used my gifts in several ways, i.e., District Moderator, district commission and committees, Standing Committee, and many local church committees. The retirement community where I live has provided the opportunity to serve in various capacities such as president of the Residents Association, Chair of the Board of Directors, and various committees. All of these activities have provided growth and renewal, meaning and value to my retirement years.
Making the decision to retire did not greatly concern or involve my family. They were all "out of the nest" and busy with their own affairs. They were, however, interested and expressed some concern when we decided to sell our home and move to a retirement community. Their concern centered around two main items: What were the financial cost, the services provided, and the accommodations? What responsibilities would they have for our care at the home in our final years?
Once they understood the full range of services the community provided, the financial arrangements necessary to enter the community, and that they were relieved of the day-to-day responsibilities for our care, they accepted our move with a sense of gratitude and relief knowing that Mom's and Dad's care was assured. We have often remarked, "that moving to the Hillcrest Retirement Community was probably the best gift we could have given our kids."
Retirement years bring losses and limitations that need to be dealt with in a positive and constructive manner. This posture, in my judgment, is essential if one is to enjoy retirement. In my retirement I have experienced the loss of my first wife of fifty-plus years, a second mate of ten years, and most of my family members. Approximately twenty-three years ago I had a mild stroke and in the past five years a physical condition that required an exceptional surgical procedure at the UCLA medical center.
A positive attitude and determination to dwell only on the positive elements that accompany such occurrences have enabled me to keep a wholesome and vibrant life style in my day to day living. My firm belief in the spiritual dimension of our existence gave me the strength and inner stamina to carry me through some very difficult occasions and to be accepting of new joys and blessings that happen to come my way.
In conclusion I want to share a conviction that our bodies are divinely created and deserve the best care and attention we can give them. In that context I follow a consistent regime of weight control and exercise. This pattern of living has brought me blessings and joys that compensate for the losses and negatives that we seniors must experience as our years go by.
Thank you ABC for the opportunity to share my story.
Retirement?
Mary N. Dadisman
August 2002
The day broke clear, hot and humid in Kano, Nigeria, that October morning in 1979. It was the day of the final departure of Grayce Brumbaugh and me from our years of active involvement in the developing program of the Church of the Brethren Mission (CBM) in the remote northeast corner of Nigeria, West Africa. We were booked on a flight which was to eventually leave us in Southern California. However, this sweltering morning found us scurrying about to get our air freight on its way and checking the last items in our personal luggage for our flight to U.S.A. It was after midnight when we two weary nurse educators finally clicked the seat belts shut ready for final take-off from our beloved Nigeria. All was finalized for our retirement!
"Retirement"
As we took the final flight from Africa to USA what did the word "retirement" and our mid-sixties ages conjure up for our futures? Were we now just going to sit in comfortable rockers or recliners and read, knit, watch T.V. or videos, enjoy 24 hour a day electricity, drink water from the tap, pick up a phone and chat with family and friends near and far, have a car and travel (at our leisure) to visit with some whom we hadn't seen for years? No more midnight calls to care for a woman giving birth? Or to the operating room to give aid to travelers who had been injured in an over-turned lorry? No lesson plans to make; no work schedules to post for the conning week; just peaceful doing as we pleased all day long?
When on Nov. 5, 1979, we found our new abode at Hillcrest Homes, the dream bubbles of what retirement might be soon vanished into the smoggy atmosphere of Southern California. We found that Woods Convalescent Hospital at Hillcrest had learned of our coming to join the retirement community. Being short of staff as hospitals often are, the director of Nurses, seeing that we were still able bodied, challenged us to take up another nursing routine. Could we, would we consider shifting from delivering babies or suturing lacerations to taking care of false teeth and hearing aids, passing medicines or pushing wheelchair-bound adults? This seemed to us a better challenge than a rocking chair and TV set. With the consideration of "our ages" we requested half-time duty the two of us making one RN. A further request was that we have some free time in the summer months to travel in our new Volkswagon Rabbit (Bunny) to visit family and friends across the U.S. and to serve the church in mission interpretation. It wasn't too difficult to set up a schedule of duty which honored our requests.
We soon learned that we couldn't change from one state's or country's nursing register to another without some red tape hassle. While waiting for reciprocity clearance between states, we were pressed into night duty at the assisted living level of nursing. Finally, in early 1980 we were accepted to the California roster of registered nurses and were ready to be RNs at the skilled nursing convalescent hospital where we worked the first five years of our retirement from Nigeria.
Nursing took first place in our retirement "leisure," but we soon were in a niche here and there in church activities and on committees in Hillcrest Homes for the enhancement of everyone's retirement living. Seminars, classes for continuing education in nursing, etc., kept us on our toes, as it were, which made for a most satisfying new life style and made us a part of a new community with friends and learning challenges. Traditional thoughts as to what retirement is flew far away as we took up the challenges of an active new life which has kept me and my pal Grayce (transshipped to yet another life in March 1998) from aging too fast and from being bored with the recliner, T.V., etc. No time to be a couch potato! Although I don't quite agree with the poet who wrote, "Come! Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be!!" neither can I complain too bitterly about my retirement years which now total twenty-three. I'm still depended upon for useful tasks in our community and cherish a host of loyal friends. God has abundantly blest me all the way. Thanks be to God!!
Through the Years
Naomi M. West
September 2002
One of the memories of my early childhood, now almost a century ago, was the preparation for Sunday that took place in my home on Saturday. Mother was busy all day preparing for Sunday. It made no difference whether we knew we were going to have "company" or whether we might have unexpected guests. The bread, pies and cake were baked, and we children were given the task of carrying all these things down the outside stairway to the cellar for safekeeping. No refrigerator then. Killing the chicken, pulling off the feathers, and preparing it for cooking was also a part of the preparation.
Then came the happy time the Saturday evening bath. In the summer time the big wash tub was brought out of the wash house, filled with water, and set in the sun to get warm. In the winter the tub was brought into the kitchen, and water was heated on the stove. Conservation of water? The children were washed in the same water one at a time.
Now in our nightgowns we went to the living room table. On the table were our offering envelopes for church and a little pile of coins. The first and largest amount of money that was put into an envelope was the one our parents gave. My sister who was ten years older than I got five cents put in her envelope. My brother and I each got two cents to put in our envelopes. In addition we each got one cent for our Sunday school offering. This was carefully tied in the corner of our handkerchiefs so it would not get lost.
A year went by. One Saturday our father announced that he had been given a raise of ten dollars a month, and therefore all of our giving must be increased. My brother and I received three cents.
I graduated from high school and was fortunate that I could live at home and walk a mile and a half to college each day. I still had to borrow money for tuition, books and other things I needed; so my indebtedness grew even though I worked in the summer.
Graduation from college came at the height of the depression and finding a teaching position or other work was not easy. Finally, I was offered a teaching position in a high school in a mountain community in southwestern Virginia. Once a thriving town, the mill closed; many families moved elsewhere; and many of those who remained struggled to live. One frosty morning, two elementary children came to the old hotel where I lived with this question, "Do you have any shoes my brother can wear? His feet are so cold." I had written to my friends telling of the situation in the town. They responded by sending many things to be used. I was given a vacant room in which these things could be kept. Yes, after we worked with his cold feet and his crying had ceased, I found a pair of shoes and a pair of socks he could wear. One family had covered a hole in the floor by nailing a two-by-four over the hole. Many of the students had very little contact with the outside world. I subscribed to a newspaper to assist in one class. The papers were asked for when we finished with them. On visiting the homes I discovered they were used to paper the walls in their homes.
How happy I was to get my first check. I remembered my father's teaching about tithing. Then my parents needed some financial assistance, and I was so glad I had a little to share.
Some years later Guy and I were married. Many things were needed as we equipped our apartment. Again tithing and proportionate giving took first place. If possible, a little was put back in case of an emergency. I taught school several years in some of the communities where Guy was pastor until our twins were born.
One of the guests in our home when the twins were quite small was Helena Kruger, a relief worker with the Brethren following World War II. She served in several different countries in Europe. When in the States, she was asked to visit among the Brethren and tell her experiences. She was in our home for a weekend. I showed her to her room and then took her across the hall where the twins were sleeping peacefully in their cribs. She stood still without saying a word and then, "One place where I worked, a woman gave birth to twins; we had nothing to put on them. We just wrapped them up in paper." And there lay our twins with more than they needed.
Our twins are now fathers and a part of the "baby boomer" population. And now because of my age, I need to check the "retirement" block on papers that need to be filled out. It was a word not used much in our families. I have never felt busier but in a different way from what I had been. I live in a retirement community. There is so much one can do to bring a little joy into the lives of those who cannot be so active. And what joy my children and grandchildren have brought.
How richly I have been blessed by having so many guests from over the world. Our "German daughter" of 1950 was brought to the US with hundreds of other high school age students to spend a year in Brethren homes. Later she returned to live in the U. S. Last year she spent a week with me to celebrate my birthday. My Vietnamese namesake is graduating from college.
We share our interests. A 1956 refugee recently sent a picture of her five great-grandchildren. A Bridgewater College graduate from Japan wrote, "I remembered you were a teacher. I have been assigned to teach English to junior high students. Could you send me some games and songs that I could teach them in English?" In May of this year a card came from a 1949 Yugoslavian refugee with these words, "Happy Mothers Day." Two teenage brothers lived with us for a period of time. One of them wrote back, "We are so fortunate to have an Iraqi mother and an American mother."
Yes, sometimes clouds appear on the horizon, but back of the clouds is the sun and love of God. So "My life flows on in endless song. How can I keep from singing."
An Invigorating Sense of Freedom
Ronald D. Petry
April 2003
Retirement brought with it an invigorating sense of freedom. Not that I felt especially confined during my “working years.” But the truth is that I was among the gainfully employed a long time. Starting in the fifth grade and continuing into high school I worked as a custodian’s helper in my elementary school; then as a copy boy, factory worker, house painter, and maintenance person during college and seminary years. This was followed by nearly four decades of fulfilling ministry. So retirement came as a pleasant change.
Leaving the ranks of the employed was not a major adjustment, though being so totally out of the loop happened surprisingly quickly. The loss of those working relationships was real, and I felt it. But I had many activities to occupy me. I had been looking ahead to retirement, and had identified a whole list of things (fourteen, in fact) that I wanted to do. In reviewing it recently I found that I have made significant headway on almost all of them.
It gave me considerable satisfaction, for example, to become computer literate. This came about through a series of classes, the purchase of a computer early on, and lots of hands-on trial and error (especially the latter!). Discoveries of the machine’s capabilities and tricks continue to amaze me, and I am even able on occasion to help friends figure out how to solve a problem. For those of us who struggled with manual typewriters, stencils, and mimeograph machines, word processing on the computer is nothing short of miraculous!
For many years playing was not, and could hardly have been, a high priority except during vacations. In retirement it has moved up several notches. I had not played golf until I retired. So I took lessons from a pro and started playing with a brother and other friends on a regular basis. I must confess that at times it is frustrating, but it is also rewarding. I can look back at where my game is now compared to where it was when I started playing, and celebrate the improvement. I also enjoy tennis year round, thanks to our church building’s having space that makes this possible. Bowling is another sport that lay far in the background until I retired. I had learned to bowl in college, but had done very little of it since. Now it is something Beverly and I regularly enjoy together. Daily three-mile walks and other regular exercise also help us keep in shape.
This brings me to one of the major pluses of retirement, namely, the opportunity to be with family and friends more than was feasible during the working years. What a joy it is for me to spend evenings at home! So much of my life was spent away from home on behalf of the church (and I don’t begrudge that) that I determined in retirement to be at home a lot. We are together often with friends, eating and playing table games. We are also able to do a great deal of grandparenting, since all of our grandchildren live less than two hours away. Just recently we spent ten days helping our daughter, Brenda, and her family following a difficult birth. Several years ago we were able to relate in a similar way to Ellen, a younger daughter, and her family. And just a few months ago we were able to help Julie with a major move.
I am happy to be free of responsibilities I carried during my years of active ministry, but I continue to be deeply involved in the life of the church. I do not feel the need to be doing everything, so I say yes to some things and no to a lot. I have enjoyed teaching an adult church school class several months each year. I have also served as greeter, usher, worship leader, maintenance worker, occasional visitor, and committee member.
An unexpected and particularly rewarding new hobby presented itself early in my retirement. Our home is situated on a site which includes a number of sugar maple trees. With the help of friends I got equipped to make maple syrup, and have been tapping trees and boiling sap every year. There is something almost magical about watching gallons of clear sap metamorphose into a beautiful amber colored and unbelievably sweet tree-borne ambrosia known as maple syrup - a gift we have shared with family, friends, and neighbors.
Retirement really is great!
Some Harsh Realities in the Search for Aged Wisdom
Norman Harsh
May 1, 2003
The following reports belie much forethought, and much good fortune, shared in the hope that others might enjoy an altogether “harsh” story and improve their own processes of forethought about aging and retirement.
Even though some friends reminded me that the word “retire” is absent from the Biblical record, I nevertheless felt programmed well beforehand to expect “full” retirement at or about the time of my 65th birthday.
So, at age 60 I accepted the invitation of the Lorida Church of the Brethren in Florida to become their pastor. For the previous five years I had been privileged to serve in the Blacksburg, Virginia community where everything revolved around young people and the research and development programs of a technical university aimed at creating the best-possible life in a changing world. The move from Virginia to Florida was a test of adaptability that would lead eventually to my becoming a “snowbird”, those who spend winters in the South and summers “up North”. Across the street from the Lorida church facilities was The Palms Estates, one of 20+ Church of the Brethren retirement communities. At Lorida they had a saying, “If a baby ever cries in this church, rush it up to the microphone so everyone can hear it.” Thanks to a dedicated Hoosier senior who was not a resident of the retirement community, a nursery for the children of young adults soon became a reality, but Lorida remained generally known as “the old peoples’ church” where I soon became immersed in a free education of planning for retirement.
Part of that education derived from appropriate reading; a major portion evolved out of delightful and generous personal relationships.
Lesson 1: What’s important is not what you retire from, but what you retire to. In retrospect, it might have been easier FOR ME to continue in pastoral ministry (interims, part-times, etc.), doing what was familiar. In point of fact, I never succeeded in consciously retiring to anything more than the “chance” opportunities that came my way.
Lesson 2: Travel while you are able. In 1974 we had participated in a travel tour, with Israel as one of the primary destinations, so we were alert to reports from our new retired friends about where all they had been. Some of them, now disabled, had practiced what they preached and were influential in making it possible for us to take vacation travels to Alaska, Hawaii, and China (where my oldest brother, Alva, had served as a missionary in the mid-30's). To be sure “Arthur itis” soon proved their point.
Lesson 3: It never gets any easier. How often we have listened to folks with plans and hopes that could never be realized because the passing of time contributed to diminished capacities that made them unable to accomplish their intent. Only recently at Friendship Manor (our summer retirement community home) a neighbor reported on a friend who had just moved to our community, having put it off until they are no longer able to enjoy the social activities and other benefits of a continuing care community; now they feel “forced” into accepting provision for their changing needs for care. When I hear someone say, “Some day I am going to ... ”, my observation is that it will be harder and harder (and eventually impossible) to get it done, so “do it now”. While living in a retirement community (and nursing home) is not in everyone’s future, we are thankful for the opportunities afforded us by these ministries of the church.
Lesson 4: It takes money to survive aging. The idea of “using money to make money” came into my awareness (and still imperfect comprehension) only when I started calculating pension prospects. I grew up with the understanding that money is a reward for labor and that saving was for the purpose of surviving a “rainy day”. Studying the scriptures and understanding human behavior were “OK” pursuits for pastors; following Wall Street and studying the implications of compounding variable interest rates was not a seminary course when I was a student at Bethany. I suspect that most Church of the Brethren pastors have little awareness of our debt to the likes of Elmer Hersch, Spencer Minnich and Harl Russell who promoted and shepherded the concept of a pension plan for our denomination. The one “defect” in our plan is that one’s pension stays at a fixed amount to the end of one’s life; there is no provision for automatic “cost of living” increases. There are ways to mitigate that defect which pension fund planners can helpfully arrange, but the initiative for such conversations rests with the prospective pensioner.
Lesson 5: Moving from being a “professional” to “servant” puts one in good company. A few years ago I was asked to prepare introductions for the speakers at NOAC 2000, so I sought information from each one. In the material sent to me by Bob Neff, mention was made of his widely-admired teaching and administrative roles, followed by the report that he now serves as a deacon at his church. That report made me aware of several colleagues, former pastors, who are serving as deacons, church board members, ushers, etc. One former pastor (male) I know recently was seen in the church kitchen kneading communion bread.
Lesson 6: Exercise and dietary choices contribute to good health. I grew up with the understanding that expenditure of energy should result in some tangible result a table made, weeds removed from the garden, helping a neighbor, etc. It has taken awhile to entertain the notion that exercising for the sake of health qualifies as a provider of a “tangible result”, but a recently-lowered cholesterol reading helped me be convinced.
So what have I “done” in retirement. I’ve planted and harvested gardens in Florida and Virginia, reminding my golfing friends that I get to “eat my golf balls”. I’ve enjoyed the companionship of a good wife. I signed on with the Association of Brethren Caregivers as a counselor to utilize Long Term Care insurance as a component in retirement planning; having to “go to school” to procure the appropriate license was a discipline that suggests the value of trying something entirely different and new for possibly two to ten-year time horizons. I’ve served on a variety of committees and boards. I’ve been a volunteer at camps, disaster relief projects, soup kitchens, etc. I’ve done supply preaching in Florida and Virginia. I satisfied a long-standing curiosity by developing a questionnaire for nationwide distribution to learn about varieties of Love Feast and Communion practices; this resulted in publication of a report, “Not So Trivial Devotions”, a resource for pastors and deacons. I’ve “progressed” from an early Commodore Amiga computer system thru two Windows 95/98 desktops to a laptop loaded with Windows XP Professional. (Every one of those computers “knew” far more than I ever managed to put to work; they each had the capacity for enlarging one’s horizons.) When I served on the NOAC 2002 steering committee and used e-mail as a primary communications tool, I had to think back to my days at Manchester College when, as president of BSCM (Brethren Student Christian Movement), the planning of the annual Thanksgiving conference was accomplished via snail mail and a Royal portable typewriter with onion skin and carbon paper.
When I retired at age 65 it suddenly dawned on me that I might still have 1/3 of my life ahead of me. I can remember both of my grandfathers who lived into their upper 80's and early 90's, so my genetic pool and health condition at age 65 made me wonder if I had “hung it up” a bit early. Now, as milestone 77 nears, the current “wisdom” says that anyone age 75 and in good health had best plan finances and other affairs with the expectation of celebrating their 100th birthday which means that I should anticipate seeing the birth of our great granddaughter’s children. No doubt, those intervening years will see an increased emphasis on “being” as opposed to “doing”, so this old activist will surely have some new lessons to learn as dependency on family, friends, and institutions (like long term care insurance) increases. What courses of study and diplomas are offered by Bethany and Brethren Benefit Trust (in exchange for an interest in our wills!) for all that we elders had best be learning? Where’s the help we need, for example, to prepare for humane, respectful, and cost-effective approaches to death and dying? Years ago I depended on church leaders to “dream up” a pension plan from which I have benefitted so much; without the prodding of thoughtful and Spirit-led church leaders my readiness for dying may be equally short-sighted.
Not What I Had in Mind
Merlin Shull
May 2003
It wasn't exactly what I had in mind for retirement. In all my years of ministry I had not missed a Sunday because of illness. I had not been in a hospital since I was born in one. I very seldom had taken medicine of any kind. But seven months into retirement, I had a heart attack. Two angioplasties and one bypass later, I discovered a world I knew little about - spending time each day exercising, watching what I ate, taking medicine on a regular basis. A few years later, I had back surgery. It brought with it additional exercises designed to strengthen my back. It also forced me to rethink what I could do.
I wanted to volunteer my time in areas where my experience and skills would be useful. At the same time, I didn't want to undermine or complicate my successor's programs. Some early assignments were in response to requests from the District staff. For six years I was representative of the Shenandoah District to the Virginia Council of Churches, continuing a relationship I had had for over seven years as District Executive. I served as chair of a district committee working at a Hispanic ministry in the Harrisonburg area. I accepted an assignment as supervisor in Education for Shared Ministry, which meant meeting once a month with the Minister in Training, along with a telephone contact each month, and meeting with the Congregational Training Group.
I also agreed to serve as Moderator of two of our larger congregations, serving each of them for two three-years terms. The two six year periods overlapped several years. In each case the congregation faced a major crisis which eventually involved me in a more active role than I might have otherwise taken. There were some successes and some failures. I discovered that it was more difficult for me to deal with the failures. As I thought about that, it seemed to me that there were a couple reasons for that. One was that when I was working full time it always seemed possible that in the future there would be an opportunity to rectify some of the mistakes made, so that I did not feel as discouraged about one particular failure. But part of it was that, as I got older, I could not handle conflict as easily as I could earlier. There were times when I could not sleep well. When I was working, I could usually put my problems aside in the evening, knowing I could work at them the next day.
My wife and I sang in the choir of our local congregation until we thought it best to retire from that. When we moved our membership to the Bridgewater congregation, I became a Volunteer Visitor, visiting certain older people assigned to me. After my wife died in 1997, I joined the church choir. I volunteered to teach a Sunday School class, a small one in which I am the youngest person. It is a task I thoroughly enjoy. The members know a lot about the Bible and their faith and they say exactly what they think. Two years ago I moved into the Bridgewater Retirement Community and found additional volunteer opportunities. I sing in the Village Choir and do odd tasks that don't take a lot of time or skill. At the moment I am a part of a Spanish discussion group in the church and volunteer to periodically answer the phone and greet people when the secretary is in a meeting or away. I'm in my third year on the Peace Committee, serving as chair this year.
I avoid assignments which require a strong back or too strenuous activity. And I am beginning to turn down jobs which are too stressful. I've increasingly come to feel that those of us who are older can do many tasks others can't because of our "free" time, but that we also need to be careful to not usurp opportunities for younger people to hold decision making positions, but become mentors and encouragers of them.
When people ask me what I have done since I retired, I usually say, "Nothing I get paid for." I hope they understand I mean monetary payment, because there are plenty of other kinds of rewards.
Antiques Restored
Stewart B. Kauffman
June 2003
My full retirement in 1986 was prompted mainly by our concern for Helen's health. She was hospitalized frequently because of her afflictation with Crohns Disease and cirrhosis of the liver. My position on the stewardship staff of the General Board required a great deal of travel, and at the ages of 67 and 65 we were certain that the time for retirement had arrived.
We were excited about it. For the first time in our 42 years of marriage we could decide where we would live. We found a house we loved in Harrisburg, PA where we were close to our childhood homes, many friends and relatives, and within three hours of our children. Becoming members of a strong congregation there was plenty of opportunity to remain involved and creative which were two of our key objectives.
Both of us served as volunteers. At major holiday times, Helen worked at the Governor's mansion, and was appointed to the Licensure Board for Vocational Therapists. I served on numerous committees for Elizabethtown College, the Atlantic Northeast District, The Pennsylvania Council of Churches and the congregation. I also continued as a member of the development committee of the Church of the Brethren Foundation and as chairperson of the Advisory Board of the Gahagen Charitable Foundation. At no time since retirement have I felt unneeded.
Our outlook was heightened considerably when our son and daughter-in-law offered us land on their farm to build our own house. We gratefully accepted this gift and within two years moved to a beautiful spot near Bernville, Pa. We had a large garden, several berry patches and a great deal of physical work. Helen's health was stabilized for several years and I was tanned and healthy.
Four years after moving to the farm our faith was tested severely when our son, Bruce, was diagnosed with cancer. Perhaps there was a relationship, but Helen's health deteriorated rapidly. When Bruce died in 1996 we decided to move to the Brethren Village Retirement community near Lancaster. Seven months later Helen died. While we both knew that retirement years held the promise of death, Bruce's death at age 49 was a distinct blow to both of us. Helen's death was devastating to me.
Several key experiences during my retirement and bereavement have enabled me to maintain a positive outlook. I wrote three hymns that may be generally forgettable but were a reflection of my inner being at the time. At the request of my home church I prepared and taught a five year course on Bible and theology. This was enthusiastically received and stretched me mentally. A major accomplishment was the finishing of a book on the life and gift of Zella Johns Gahagen titled Zella's Mountain, published by Brethren Press.
An unexpected occurrence took place in 1999 when a long time friendship was renewed with Kenneth and Marjorie Morse. After the deaths of our spouses, unexpected circumstances brought Marjorie and me together. When we purchased our rings and had our photograph taken at the jewelry store, we were surprised and amused when the film was developed to see a sign above our heads that said "Antiques Restored." While we will not be featured on the Antique Road Show, we happily report, "Yes, antiques 80 and 78 at the time, can be restored."
Now at ages 84 and 82 we are dealing with some of the natural infirmities of growing older, but life continues to be exciting. We stay in touch and visit with our many relatives and friends and have been planning a few special activities each year. We enjoy Elderhostels that require travel since we like long trips by car. Both of us do volunteer work. Marjorie works in the Brethren Village Library and shares her calligraphy at church and on the campus. I teach at least one course a year at church, benefitting from the scholars of the Jesus Seminar. And I try to have one or two guitar programs a year. Both of us are stimulated by our reading and conversation.
Do we have concerns about the future? Absolutely! We recognize the possibility of failing health and we endeavor to take positive steps to stay healthy. Closely related to health issues are the financial problems that can accompany long term illness. But life remains exciting and we move on joyfully agreeing with an unknown poet who wrote:
I want a mountain always in my heart.
A white unconquered peak, aloof, apart,
Gold in the dawn, dark cameo at night,
Challenging us to scale its godlike height.
Oh, may I never reach that high white shrine.
The goal belongs to God; the climb is mine.
How Am I Living Out Older Adulthood?
J. Roy Valencourt
May 2003
1. Who Am I?
This writer is a retired Black Methodist seminary professor. At age 65 I left my North Carolina classroom to take my wife and mentally handicapped son to Goshen, Ind. There I entered Greencroft Retirement Community (Mennonite), with 1,200 residents.
My teaching experiences were very positive and satisfying. I had good inter-personal relationships with all my colleagues and with most of the some 100 students.
Even so, I was ready to retire at 65 for at least two reasons, so I did not feel pressured or frustrated. First, I had been noticing for two years that my mental faculties were fading a bit. Failing memory was becoming an increasingly noticeable problem. Secondly, I had taken Carol from her heart-home in Goshen -- to North Carolina for 23 years, to Elgin for three years, to Ecuador for six years and to Nigeria for two years. She elicited a promise from me to retire at her place of choice. I willingly obliged. So, I entered freely and without struggle into retirement at Greencroft. The standard retirement age at that time (1992) was still age 65. So the process was painless.
2. My Retirement Activities
In a retirement community the size of Greencroft there is, predictably, an enormous number of programs and activities of every conceivable type. So, one simply must choose the activities that he will pursue. Volunteering to engage in those programs that meet individual and institutional needs is strongly promoted at Greencroft. It brings rich social rewards, and community recognition is included among them.
The past three years I have provided leadership for our Seniors for Peace group, pushing wheel chairs in Health Care and serving three years on our Church Board. At present, once a week I teach English as a new language to Latino immigrants; pay weekly visits to shut-ins at a nearby convalescent home; make occasional hospital visits; record obituaries and sports news for the visually impaired; rehearse two hours weekly with our 50-voice choir (and present a dozen concerts during the season); clerk in one of the campus gift shops; teach a Sunday School class of our peers, take my over-weight son three times weekly to the College Recreation Fitness Center for two-hour workouts; walk an average of five miles daily; lead a "light" exercise group three days a week in a 20-minute program; and, finally, we are on an advisory and program support committee with the administrator of, the Central Region of Heifer Project, International, with regular monthly meetings.
In addition, as you would surmise, there are frequent social -- read "eating" -- events at various campus and church groups, some of which are semi-obligatory. Plus, add on many Greencroft Christian worship programs and miscellaneous programs offering intellectual stimulation such as Seniors for Peace.
Now, achieving a high level of life satisfaction does not require one to be as busy as I am! But, finding fun-activities and devoting time to programs that meet others' needs is certain to enrich one's own quality of life. Extremely important also is investing time and energy in "wellness activity." Many senior citizens lack motivation to be physically active. And many are fully incapable of doing much. Yet, it is urgent that even persons with serious physical limitations exert every effort to engage in some type of physical exercise.
My personal experience of rich benefits from exercise is confirmed by much scientific research in this field. Quite astonishing health improvements are seen to result from regular physical exertion.
3. Concerns for Aging Baby Boomers
Baby boomers will soon be senior citizens and demographically predominant. One obvious problem for them, that has been a common topic of discussion and concern is Social Security. Given the big preference of our elected representatives to play politics with tough issues instead of addressing them, there is a distinct possibility that the Social Security fund will become totally inadequate.
Another important concern is that medical science is prolonging life without, it seems, the capability of helping to ensure a reasonably acceptable quality of life. No one seems to have a clue as to how society deals with that one. This problem emphasizes the dire urgency of a nation-wide program of wellness education and programing activity.
Then there is the almost frantic effort among the baby-boomers to stay young at any cost. There is a ready at-hand solution to this problem - all out commitment to Christian discipleship and its values! Retirement need not be the end of the good life; rather, with due preparation, retirement can lead to even better quality of life. My experience proves it!
So Much ... And Beyond
Donna Forbes Steiner
January, 2004
It has been a stretch of eight months since retirement began - and I have barely launched my aspirations for spirit, mind and body. So much has happened. That which was anticipated a negotiated summer pastorate of three months; the birth of two grandchildren resulting in two very healthy, promising grandsons to love; home improvements and creative projects waiting for time and space to accomplish.
The summer pastorate put a pause on contemplated projects and personal reflections. Yet it was a time bringing affirmation of God-given gifts, training and experience through 40 years of ministry. The arrival of grandchildren continued a legacy of matured development invested through love and hope of our children. Time to develop home and creative projects confirms awareness of material fulfillment.
Much that was unexpected - the gratitude of family, appreciation for gifts possessed and shared, the continued ability to respond to needs.
To traverse this pilgrimage with such rich variety and bestowed blessing can be framed in these concepts. I find it is not only one of many aspects, not all of everything possible. As Ken Dychtwald states, there is “a new ‘cyclic life‘ paradigm in which education, work and leisure are interspersed repeatedly through the life span....” Instead, aging is a blending of all that one has experienced, much of what one has accomplished and all for which one hopes.
Refocus
Aging is a time to refocus and persist in areas where one has been inclined throughout a professional life. I am aware of my proclivity to respond to requests to serve in ministry is as great. As an example, I desire to read. One fear was that, now given time to read more and better digest the meaning and implication there would be less need and opportunity to use the material. I am gratified to discover quite the opposite. There is opportunity, request and ways to utilized the information in new and creative ways. In turn my vocation of ministry continues to enhance me while making a contribution to others.
One clear goal for the first year of retirement is to read the Bible completely. Not with a start and stop frenzy; not according to someone else's format. Not in piecemeal fashion with discontinuity or grasping for a passage that supports a thought or a sermon theme. I wish to read in totality, for connection with a desire to absorb anew the meaning of the stories. Starting with the Apocrapha I find renewed understanding and meaning that underscores history and purpose for living.
I love story. Stories of the Bible that brings meaning to the past and for my own life. I love stories of fiction that stimulate more imagination. I love personal stories other persons tell that reveal their hopes and dreams. I love to tell stories of meaning and those that share my life.
This refocusing with time to develop and pursue creative interests brings great satisfaction. How many of us have those projects stored sway, either in the closet, a drawer or in our mind and heart, needing an outlet for expression. For me this range of interests includes handiwork, creative art, music and entertaining. Again, these interests take time for planning, the enjoyment of executing and the joy of sharing with others.
Rejuvenate
Aging is a time to rejuvenate living as a physical, sexual, mental, spiritual being. Discovering the body wishes to slow down, this is a time to act with realization that movement energizes and helps keep the body activated. Attention is needed to balance of activity for health, energy and interest. The health of body contributes to the health of mind and in turn to the health of the spirit.
With continued involvement and interest the mind is stimulated keeping one̓s live active, balanced and alive. Most of us become more aware we are surrounded by numerous persons aging beyond the age of 90 and even 100. If we know this many persons how times is this magnified across the nation and in the world? This is a time to be creative and active.
With technology there is increased information available to process. More and more of us are becoming computer savvy. As the ad states, “If your grandchildren can work a computer, so can you.” And many of us do. It is with amazement that we learn to use this flood of information. It a very creative time to communicate more frequently - and yes more instantly - through e-mail.
We have the opportunity to become increasingly involved in community events.
Relationships
Aging is a time to revitalize relationships. There is time to travel - to family, to friends, and to learn more about the world
There is time to become more intimately involved with friends - small groups - to become more acquainted with new persons. Time to write notes of encouragement; letters of information to stay in touch.
As with Timothy of the New Testament, we are called to be faithful “in and out of season;” “whether the time is favorable or unfavorable.” Timothy̓s race remains yet ahead, even a Paul̓s is completing. The baton is being passed from one runner to another. As Paul to Timothy during the time of aging we, too, have the opportunity to instruct. It is an awesome charge to keep we have. A time of accountability to render the benefits of years of experience, and yes, perhaps to impart some wisdom. Even as the prospect of more and more years may loom before us, the time is still urgent. To be urgent in season and out of season, to be available and to respond to the what the times require. There is no forty-hour week for attesting the truth. It is a work that is fitting for any hour, any day, any moment.
If there is a season for everything (Ecclesiastes 3:1), there must be a time for silence as well as speaking. It can be affirmed without denying our age, without apologizing for what was or was not. The charge is ours, “to endure...,” “always be steady,” “to keep our head on your shoulders.” With a degree of maturity we can encourage growth within others. It is a time to realize we have so much - and there is so much beyond.
Thus, may Timothy̓s words of instruction be for us and for all ages: “...be persistent whether the time is favorable or unfavorable; ... endure suffering,...carry out your ministry fully.” 2 Timothy 4:2b, 5.
Three Seasons of Retirement
John D. Tomlonson
November, 2004
When I reflect on my own experience, there seem to be three seasons of retirement. Getting ready, being there, and downsizing. Persons with whom I have shared my personal experience found my observations helpful as they prepared for the next big step in their lives.
Getting Ready
Early on, we had the good fortune to be working with a patient and insightful financial advisor. He helped us make good decisions about our finances both for the short term and the long term. His report of our potential bottom line took away the fear and, fifteen years later, has proved to be good information. With his urging, we worked with a lawyer to prepare the first edition of the legal papers, such as wills, power of attorney documents and to take out Long Term Health Care Insurance at least five years before we retired. When the reality of a specific date for retirement was written on the calendar we discovered that no matter the amount of pre-planning one could do, one is not ready to retire.
When the reality of an early retirement came, the intervention of several angels helped us find a blessing in the whole process. An opportunity to move immediately into an interim pastorate gave us breathing space and time to complete our retirement planning and close the books on this season at a date of my choosing. Even then, there was an eighteen to twenty four month adjustment period between full employment and becoming comfortable with the new life style and income level as retired persons.
Being There
For us, the second season of our retirement was a time of putting down roots, finding opportunities for ministry and fulfilling our dream of travel to interesting places.
We returned to my home community to make our home among members of my extended family and the new friends we had made while I served as interim pastor of the Gosh en City Church. Even though we were looking into an unknown future, we did not move on to the campus of a retirement community. Instead, we purchased a home with everything we needed on the main floor.
It seems that we all retire with a desire to continue doing something useful with the energy that remains and the skills we have developed. I found the opportunity to keep “doing something useful” through the four pastoral interims I was invited to fill during the first two years after my official retirement. When those terms were over, it was clear to me that it was time to stay at home. We had a home to care for; family matters to attend to, hobbies waiting, and plans to travel overseas to revisit places of interest and parts of Europe which we had missed on earlier trips.
We resisted the temptation to flop down into our “lazy boy” chairs. Our second season of retirement became a time to explore new dimensions of our favored leisure time activities. A life long interest in being present to serve the needs of others found a new focus through volunteer service in our church and through community agencies.
Downsizing
This third season of retirement crept up on me I began to notice a feeling that I ‘had been there and done that’. It was time to turn it over to younger people. My younger siblings, children and others began to make sure I did not stumble over the curb, carry heavy things or drive long trips. This is an interesting experience and something I would put off until I felt old! However, it feels good to receive the concerns of others and have someone to share the heavy loads. After many years of serving the needs of others, I hope to be able to receive this caring assistance with grace and deep appreciation.
Activities we assumed necessary to the good life have been replaced with other things. Shopping trips are different. Want lists are now need lists. We see more of the inside of our local pharmacy than the theater. Current TV programs have much less attraction than reruns of programs that were new when our children were young. There is less interest in activities that take us away from the comfort and security of our home. In between the naps, we find fulfillment in reading, TV sports and good dramas, and spending quiet time with our hobbies.
There are more downs than ups in this season of retirement. We know the loss of friends and family members through death. We feel our own diminished strength and health. We come face to face with the reality that one spouse will likely become the care giver for the other. No amount of preparation can prepare us for the reality of what we will experience in this third season of retirement. We will live each day, drawing on the accumulated strength of our faith, family and life experiences.
Retirement a Welcome Relief Elby C. Wilson
November 2004
Having spent most of my life with a small beef farm and a number of years teaching, the retirement from teaching was a welcome relief. These dual duties were done with active involvement in various church activities such as serving on the church board, committees, and teaching Sunday school. With more time and leisure it was easy to become more serious about invitations received in former years to serve as a volunteer.
In younger years I took piano lessons but with other duties the music was put aside. Recently interest has renewed, and I began spending about 10 hours weekly playing for enjoyment. The Bridge water home noted a need for volunteers to play and it has been a rewarding experience to be involved two times monthly there.
Several family members were involved in Rerouting which I had previously declined, but interest developed to be a part of this service organization. An invitation through the mail was received from the HARP to serve as a representative payee to manage the Social Security checks for a person unable to take care of his funds. This has been an interesting experience. Church volunteer work has continued but involves things that are less stressful.
After enjoying many years attending the annual David Wright family reunions it was easy to become involved in a genealogy of a segment of the Wright family. An opportunity came from the Shenandoah District to serve as district treasurer under a newly modern computerized system. It is a service I look forward to continuing. With increased challenges of arthritis, a regular exercise program became essential. So another large block of time (10 hours weekly) is spent doing various exercises. I supplement our oil heating system with wood. Sawing wood for heating during the 4 colder months is another activity for additional exercise. The cow herd has been replaced with feeder calves during the summer grazing season.
The variety of activities has multiple benefits and retirement is a wonderful and happy time. Each day presents a new challenge.
Call in Community
Myrtle Haldeman
March 2006
Six years ago, my very ill husband and I moved back to my hometown of Hagerstown, Md., after 54 years of absence. Why? After surveying the possibilities in surrounding areas, this seemed to be a fit. Knowing I would soon be alone, a gated community offered security, friendship and few maintenance concerns. Being familiar with the area I sensed it was close to everything that would meet my needs for a number of years. We settled on a unit yet to be built and sold our farm in Bedford County, Pa. We moved one year later.
Dan had requested an office with a window, which was worked into the plan. He enjoyed many hours of people watching and construction activities from his window. One year later, he left us.
Up until then, my call was clear -- a caregiver for my husband -- mostly learning how to “be” more than what to “do.” Asking for patience and a surrendered will became a constant prayer “not my will, but Thine be done.”
Afterwards, I was haunted by the big question, why am I here? I felt an enormous compulsion to help others. Eventually, I came to realize that God wasn’t expecting me to right all wrongs or meet every need. It was a natural to reach out to other women as they, too, became widowed. A smile, a listening ear, or a warm look of understanding were welcomed and created a bond. It was a learning experience as well. How often should I make contact, how much time was enough, and how willing was I to share my feelings? Floundering in this new role, I asked in faith and God granted me wisdom.
I had always been interested in mental health issues, especially in emotionally disturbed children. When Brook Lane Health Services advertised for volunteers, I felt clearly called. As a retired teacher and mother of five, my experience and age was an asset. Students’ sudden change in behavior in this alternative school was a part of the day’s routine. I could readily respond with calmness and compassion. After three years of serving, I felt maybe that was enough and did not return. I was called back for a few weeks at year’s end and was greeted with big smiles and “I remember you!”
A Help Center was operating in a nearby church. At their request for volunteers, I responded to this call. I learned first hand the variety of pain that many people suffer -often living with little hope, just needing to make it through the next week. Assisting Betty, the trained and kindly social worker, I saw many people leave with a little more courage to face the days ahead. About the same time, churches were opening their doors to the homeless -I was happy to be a participant in meeting their needs.
Habitat for Humanity had been active in the community for a number of years. When I encountered the positive faith driven leadership, I could not resist. They assigned me to a Family Partners Committee, which might include anything from securing free Bibles for the new home owner to supplying food for workers or dedication events. At age 81 and inexperienced, I thought it wise to stay clear of the construction aspect, making sandwiches and buying snacks I do with ease.
A dear friend had urged me to become a member of the Singer Society, an auxiliary to the Washington County Museum of Art. She was its founder and ardent supporter. Following my retirement from teaching, I had completed 30 semester hours of fine arts including painting and visits to museums. As a Singer member, I can choose my area of service and feel no pressure, only a wonderful atmosphere. I serve as a greeter once a month and enjoy many delightful encounters with visitors from a tri-state area. Having lived in this area until my marriage, I am very familiar with the opportunities in town and country. It’s a pleasure to meet a diversity of people and to be able to answer their questions.
As a docent, I can return to my teaching days and relish the delights of children -- their eagerness and their quickness while introducing them to the art world for the first time.
Each of these services are a calling and a blessing as I meet wonderful people as friends and reach out in service to others in many areas. My days are busy and full. I end each day feeling fulfilled and content.
My discovery in these recent years is that “people are important!” I find joy in giving my time to individuals as the need arises. God always makes time and energy in my life for what He calls me to do.
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