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Living With a Purpose
Seniors who have a purpose in life are less likely to develop damage in the areas in the brain that can cause stroke, according to a recent study from the Rush Alzheimer’s Disease Center in Chicago. Damage in the same areas also can cause disability, death and dementia.
In this study, more than 450 seniors with an average age of 84 were tested until death. Those with purpose were 44 percent less likely to have larger areas of damage in the brain.
In another study of some 1,000 seniors at the Rush Center, those who scored high on having purpose to their lives were 2.4 times more likely to avoid Alzheimer’s and cognitive impairment. It even cut the mortality rate in half.
Here are some ideas to get you thinking about ways you can add purpose to your days.
• Check up on others to make sure they’re OK. Maybe they will be residents in your building who come to count on your twice daily checks. Maybe it will be friends you reach by phone.
• Volunteer, and then follow through. Read to small children at daycare or kindergarten. Shelve books at the library once a week. If you’re still driving well, sign up to help other seniors get to doctor appointments, shopping, personal errands and more.
• Discover what is rewarding and fulfilling to you. Join a book club, take a class, assist with socializing animals at a shelter, become the adopted grandparent in a school classroom, attend free art shows or films, train to be a museum docent ... the list is nearly endless.
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The Depression made everyday activities just a little more complicated. Take, for example, the simple act of “getting around”. You had your legs, of course, and that’s what most folks depended on. It was the cheapest way to go, and what could be more reliable? When a trip got too long for a person’s legs, town folks were drawn to the click-clack of streetcars and trolleys (when they had the nickel fare). And trains carried people between towns.
But just as today, for all-around getting around, you couldn’t beat the good old automobile.
These days, cars are regarded as necessities. Most families own three cars–one for each member of the family! How could a 16-year-old boy live if he didn’t have his very own fire-engine red car?
Perhaps you’ve noticed, too, that there are only two kinds of autos today: those made in the U.S., and those produced in faraway places across the Pacific or Atlantic.
Things used to be a lot different. Every make of car had its own unique look and personality. Doctors and bankers drove Packards. A Packard was indisputable evidence that you had become a success in life.
Farmers preferred Dodges. They had the power and high clearance you needed to plow through winter snowdrifts and navigate the muddy, rutted roads of spring. Lawyers owned LaSalles. Factory owners drove Buicks. Fords were both affordable and easy to work on—two traits that made them favorites with working-class folks.
Every car had its individual idiosyncrasies. The Willys had many idiosyncrasies. The horn button served a variety of functions. Push down and the horn blew. Pull up and the automatic starter kicked in. Turn the button clockwise and the lights came on.
The big event of every year came in September, when the new models were introduced. Showroom windows were blocked with brown paper. The new models arrived off the car transports draped in tarps. The anticipation was almost more than you could stand.
When the big day finally arrived, throngs crowded the showrooms. The dreaded “new car fever” hit every man in town. Those were the days when “demonstrators” were actually demonstrators, not just perks for car salesmen. A salesman would come to your home and urge you to take the car for a day or two. “Drive it in to Chicago,” the salesman would beg. “Go wherever you want to.”
No matter how much owners might cuss their cars in private, they were fiercely loyal in public. Every man lied about his gas mileage, of course. It was the first thing you heard when visitors arrived from a long trip.
Before the owner got out of the car, he had gas receipts in hand and was doing calculations in his notebook. “Got 24 miles to the gallon!” he would boast. And while no one necessarily believed him, everyone would nod-and act impressed.
The auto owners had special relationships with their cars, whether they were purchased or laboriously put together with parts from the junkyard. The car was part of the family. And like a family member, it had a personality all its own.
Those cars of the depression era didn’t have heaters, radios, cruise control, turn signals or six-way power seats. You couldn’t hook them up to a computer to find out where they were ailing. Tires blew out so often that you had to carry a patch kit and pump. Belts often broke. And cold air leaked in through every crack and cranny.
Going from place to place during the depression was often a chore.