traveling through Ecuador I observed a family on the side walk. There appeared to be two couples one much
older than the other. The eldest woman
was in a wheelchair and the younger woman kept reaching out to hug the older
woman and pat her head and give her a kiss periodically. The traffic in Ecuador is horrific, worse
than any city I have ever visited or lived in and I was born in New York City
where the Long Island Expressway was referred to as “the world’s largest
parking lot.” Because we were stopped for so long, I had the opportunity
to watch this family for several minutes and I was quite taken with the love
and kindness they were showing to the elderly woman.
Ecuador for the elderly appears to be much different from what I’ve seen and
experienced in the United States. Life
for most families revolves around the whole family. Many homes consist of residents who are
multi-generational. My husband’s family
was like that when he was a very young boy.
He comes from an Italian background and tells stories about the large
gatherings they had at least once a week and for all the holidays. When his maternal grandmother was 42 her
husband died leaving her with 11 children, her mother and her father-in-law all
living in the same house. My
mother-in-law tells how the older children stepped in to help the family. They lived in an area that had a huge mafia
influence but the children in her family never became connected to that
world. The older brothers kept a very
close eye on them and on her. When the
children were grown, her mother never lived alone. One son and one daughter dedicated their
lives to her care.
there are many subcultures in the US where this kind of “village
approach” is still in existence.
Several years ago I was lucky enough to do a yoga presentation to a
hospital that served a huge minority population. The day was designated as a “spa
day” for breast cancer survivors.
One of the young women I found myself chatting with had taken the day
off from work to accompany her mom to the event. When I commented on how nice that was of her,
she stopped me dead. “All my life
my mom has cared for me. It has been my
dream to be able to care for her one day and now I can. We live together and she helps me with my
children and I would do anything for her.”
mother and I love my mother-in-law. I
love my children and love my grandchildren and we spend a lot of time
together. But, we don’t live
together. Truth to tell, it’s not part
of our culture. Somewhere along the way,
we changed that. I think our family
still forms “a village” but it’s more of a virtual village.
favorite shows ever was The Golden Girls.
Do you remember the jingle, “Thank you for being my
friend.”? The Golden Girls was an
American sitcom created by Susan Harris, which originally aired on NBC from
September 14, 1985, to May 9, 1992. Starring Bea Arthur, Betty White, Rue
McClanahan and Estelle Getty, the show centers on four older women sharing a
home in Miami, Florida. The Golden Girls
won several awards, including the Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Comedy
Series twice. It also won three Golden Globe Awards for Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy.
All four stars each received an Emmy Award throughout the series’ run
and had multiple nominations. The series also ranked among the top ten
highest-rated programs for six out of its seven seasons. (wikipedia.org)
admit to this day when I hear that jingle I tear up. I know it wasn’t a real life situation. In my mind it represented an ideal. Four very different women sharing their
lives: their dreams, their challenges,
their stories and their flaws. Over the
years they went through every type of situation imaginable. They laughed, cried, argued, hugged and
loved. I know there have been many other
sitcoms that have stirred the emotions of many of us. Fictional people who seemed to become our
family. This, for me, was a prime
example. I wanted to tell them if the
day ever came when I was left alone, I planned on moving in.
having the opportunity to spend an extended period of time with my
daughter-in-law’s mother (three weeks), I think if I find myself alone, I would
thrive in such an environment. When my
son’s in-laws first came to visit they stayed for three months. I was quite concerned about how stressful
that might be. I had always been told
company and fish had the same shelf life.
At the time, my son and his wife lived in a one bedroom apartment and
the parents were not renting a car. I am
pleased to tell you that not only was my daughter-in-law sad to see her parents
leave but my son was sad.
United States today a relative who is visiting is restricted to three
months. I’ve spoken with many people
whose relatives visit from other countries.
When they come, if possible, they come for the whole three months. Interestingly enough I’ve never heard anyone
complain. I can tell some are not too
fond of the extended visit but it is not part of their culture to complain
about or criticize their family.
husband and I have had several opportunities to go to The John C. Campbell Folk
School in Brasstown, NC. It is a school
dedicated to creating community through crafts.
It’s over 75 years old. It’s such
a treat to be there. Every aspect from
Morning Song to family style eating is about community. Many of the teachers are octogenarians and
older. It’s one of the few places I have
been in the United States where the wisdom of the aged is honored.
there’s wisdom or not, it’s awe inspiring for me to see how some cultures
respect and honor the generations before them. I think many in the US feel the
senior citizen is a bother and a nuisance.
For me I want what Aretha sings about “R E S P E C T.” That’s
what I want and if that’s what I want, it’s what I need to give.
There’s the story about the indigent farmer who
has made a box for his elderly father.
He encourages his father to get in the box and then quickly closes the
top. He begins to push it towards the
cliff. He’s had it! He’s finished! Then, he hears knocking from inside the
box. “What! What do you want old
man?” His father says, “Son, let me out. You can just carry me to the cliff. Your son will need this box for you.”