"When I'm Sixty-Four (64)" by the Beatles
"When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four. "
While in college back in the early 70s my roommates and I played this fantastic Beatles album, St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, over and over probably a million times. It has great songs and I must admit at the time age 64 seemed...well...
so far away and really OLD!
This past year I kept asking my sweet hubby if he will still need me (and love me) when I'm 64. Luckily for me he has answered "yes" every time!
And now it is here.
Today I reach that milestone.
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| Me and My Mom |
No fancy baby pictures...it's the late 1940s...I'm the 3rd and last child and money is tight. I was a preemie...3 pounds, 10 oz. and three months early. I was born in Mt. Sinai Hospital. They had to transfer me to John Hopkins because it was the only hospital with an incubator. I was in the hospital for a month and not released until I was 5 pounds. Being a preemie isn't that unusual today but way back then it was.
My grandmother told me years later that the hospital wanted me to be in a long term study to look at the effects of being born premature. Apparently my parents declined. My grandfather said I was so tiny he could hold me in his hand and that I looked like a shriveled up baby bird.
Unfortunately there are no pictures of me at birth. This is the earliest one I could find in my parents photos probably taken in early 1947. Wasn't my Mom pretty! My Dad was very handsome too. I wasn't much to look at though.
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Good-Bye...I'm off to celebrate my day with my sweetheart!
