||Welcome to my
SENIOR CITIZENS pages. Older people can now
attend various clubs catering for their age
group. Some of these clubs are called, THE GOLDEN
SILVER THREADS and PRIME TIMERS, collectively
known as THE OVER 50 s. These clubs are usually
organised by Church or Community minded
organisations who are interested in the welfare
of our Senior Citizens.
These clubs seek to entertain, help and inform
seniors and to make them feel
that they are still part of this
About the Over 50's.
- For a number of years my wife
Audrey and I organised Over 50's clubs. Firstly
at Toukley Salvation Army, then Bateau Bay
Community Church and also Long Jetty Salvation
Army, all being on the Central Coast of NSW. We
now attend the "FRIENDSHIP CLUB" at
Tingira Community Church, Newcastle.
Now, on these pages, I am pleased to share some
of the humour that helped make our clubs so happy
for all concerned.
I also show some of the Over 50's clearly
enjoying the show.
Some of our artists were retired stage
performers, who freely gave their services. We
had Singers, Musicians, Comedians, Magicians and
Poets. We also had people from public Life, such
as Policemen, Pharmacists and Social Workers,
giving an explanation of their duties and some
Lunch was always provided and is well
received by everyone. Birthdays, Easter and
Christmas are always occasions for much activity
and enjoyment. So, if you feel capable, please go
ahead and organise an Over 50's club, you won't
- Part of
Long Jetty over 50's audience
- Toukley Over 50's
at a BBQ
- Yes I'm tired. For several
years now I've been blaming it on middle
age, droop, poor blood, lack of vitamins,
air pollution, saccharin, obesity,
dieting, under arm odour, yellow wax
build up and other maladies that make you
wonder if life really is worth living.
But now I find out that I'm tired because
I'm overworked. The population of this
country is 17 million, but 6 million are
retired. That leaves 11 million to do the
work. Then there are 4 million at school.
That leaves 7 million to do the work. Of
this total 1 million are unemployed and 3
million are employed by the Government.
That leaves 3 million to do the work.
Take from that total 2 million employed
by Local Authorities and Councils and
that leaves 1 million to do the work.
- ow there are 620000 in
Hospitals and 379998 in prisons. That
leaves just 2 people to do the work. You
- And you're sitting on your
backside reading this.
- NO wonder I'm
Our flag bears the stars
that blaze at night, In our southern sky of blue,And a
little old flag in the corner
That's part of our heritage too.It's for the English, the
Scots and the Irish Who were sent to the end of the
earth.The rogues and the schemers, the doers, the
dreamers. Who gave modern Australia birth,And you who are
shouting to change it, Who don't seem to understand, It's
the flag of our law and our language, Not the flag of a
far away land. (Though there are plenty of people who'll
tell you Now, when Europe was plunged into night, The
little old flag in the corner Was there symbol of freedom
and light). It doesn't mean we owe allegiance To a
forgotten imperial dream, We've got the stars to show
where we're going, And the old flag to show where we've
Just a line to say I'm
living, That I'm not among the dead. Though I'm getting
more forgetful, And mixed up in my head. I've got used to
my arthritis, To my dentures I'm resigned, I can manage
my bifocals, But oh God, I miss my mind. Sometimes I
can't remember, When I'm standing on the stair, If I'm
going up for something, Or have just come down from
there. Standing before the 'Fridge door, I am so filled
with doubt, Now did I put the food away, Or come to take
it out. Sometimes when it's dark and I've, My night cap
on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring, Or just getting
out of bed.It's not my turn to write dear, I know you
will forgive me.....for, I may have written and, Don't
want to be a bore. But as I stand beside the mail box, My
face is very red, I didn't mail this off to you, I opened
Long Jetty Over
Easter Hat Competition
What are Seniors Worth
What are seniors worth ?.
Old folks are worth a fortune -
with silver in their hair, gold
in their teeth, stones in their
kidneys, lead in their feet and
gas in their stomach.
- I have become a
little older since I saw you last
and a few changes have come into
- Frankly, I have
become a frivolous old girl. I'm
seeing five gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake up Will Power
helps me out of bed, then I go to
see John. Next it's time for
Uncle Toby to come along,
followed by Billie T. They leave
and Arthur Ritis shows up and
stays for the rest of the day. He
doesn't like to stay in the one
place for very long, so he takes
me from joint to joint.
- After such a busy
day I'm really tired and glad to
go to bed with Johnny Walker.
What a life!, Oh yes, I'm also
flirting with Al Zimer.
The Preacher came to call the
other day. He said that at my age
I should be thinking of the
hereafter. I told him I do, all
the time, no matter where I am,
if it's in the parlour, up
stairs, in the kitchen or down in
the basement. I ask myself, now
what am I here after ?
hurts and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.
The gleam in your eyes is the sun hitting
your bifocals. You feel like the night
after, and you haven't been anywhere.
Your little black book contains only
names ending in MD. Your children begin
to look middle aged.You finally reach the
top of the ladder and find it's leaning
against the wrong wall. You join a health
club and don't go.You begin to outlive
enthusiasm. You decide to procrastinate
but never get around to it. Your mind
makes contracts your body can't meet.
You're still chasing women but can't
remember why. You know all the answers,
but nobody asks you the questions. The
dripping tap causes an uncontrollable
bladder urge. You look forward to a dull
evening. You walk with head held high
trying to get used to bifocals. Your
favourite part of the newspaper is 25
years ago today. You turn out the light
for economic rather than romantic
reasons. You sit in a rocking chair but
can't get it going. Your 17 around the
neck, 42 around the waist and 96 round
the golf course. After painting the town
red you have to take a long rest before
applying the next coat. Your knees buckle
and your belt won't. and they stay
there.your birthday cake collapses under
the weight of the candles.
The Clock of
- The clock of life
is wound but once, And no man has
the power, To tell just when the
hands will stop, At late or early
hour. Now is the only time you
own, Live,love, toil, with a
will, Place no faith in tomorrow, For
the clock may then be still.