I’ve had this life-long dream of writing a book, never believing it would come to fruition…but it is…(coming to fruition!) Why did it take me so long? Well, living life played a great role, and “to everything there is a season” as Ecclesiastes, chapter three, so eloquently puts it: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…”
It took me seventy-seven years but look what famous people accomplished in their elder years:
Albert Schweitzer was still treating his patients at age 90.
Grandma Moses was still painting at 100.
Edison was still inventing at 80.
Shaw was still writing plays after 90.
Frank Lloyd Wright worked until 90 as did Picasso.
Rubenstein received a standing ovation at 88
Monet was still painting in his 80’s.
Michelangelo was still building St. Peter’s in Rome when he died at 89.
And our own Alice Munroe, Canadian short story author, won the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature at age 82
So, I don’t feel so bad. These people are my creative heroes.
There’s a good old saying, “You are judged by the company you keep”, which I used to tell my children, if they ever found themselves in the company of some who would or could lead them off the path I felt they should follow; one of honesty (above all) and truth.
And now, here am I, ordinary person, trying to keep company with these famous “oldsters” of bygone days. Maybe I’ll be worthy of a Nobel Prize in Literature by the age of one-hundred-and-twenty: and then again, maybe not. One can only dream. I would love to rub shoulders with these celebrated people, and be judged by the company I keep.