Ever wonder why many old people get along so well with little kids? I think I’ve found the answer!
Young brains are constantly absorbing everything in the world around them for the first time. Old brains have stored so much they get to the point where they have to release some of what they’ve accumulated, or their heads will explode.
The logical thing for the elderly to do is hang out with little kids and shower their tiny brains with old people’s excess creativity. Problem solved.
“Psychology Today” in 2009, provided this more scientific blurb, for those of you who like sciencey-type explanations…
“Finally, intelligence studies indicate that older individuals have access to an increasing store of knowledge gained over a lifetime of learning and experience. Combining bits of knowledge into novel and original ideas is what the creative brain is all about. Thus, having access to increased internal warehouse of knowledge provides fertile ground for creative activity in the aging brain.
Many seniors are already making a mark for themselves in creative fields. Consider Millard Kaufman, who wrote his first novel, the hit book Bowl of Cherries, at age 90. Then there’s 93-year-old Lorna Page, who caused waves in Britain with her first novel A Dangerous Weakness. Following in the footsteps of Grandma Moses (who did not take up painting until in her 70’s), former patent attorney John Root Hopkins turned to art in his 70’s and had a showing of his work in the American Visionary Art Museum at age 73. There are numerous examples throughout history of the creative power of the aging brain: Benjamin Franklin invented the bifocal lens at the age of 78, Thomas Hardy published a book of lyric poetry at age 85, Frank Lloyd Wright completed the design of the Guggenheim Museum in New York at and 92, and Giuseppe Verdi wrote Falstaff, perhaps his most acclaimed opera, at the age of 85.”
This explains, quite clearly, why I wrote my first book and started this blog at the age of 152!
Wow! You look great for 152! Nice piece . . .
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Alcohol…it’s a preservative! hahaha
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Roaring laughter! Or maybe it’s that I’m just tipsy!
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Wow! I’m only 109! 😜 Great stuff!
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Who are you kidding, Meg? Everyone knows you’re a spring chicken! Now get back to strutting your stuff!
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Bahahaha!
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Whew! I’m glad all of us centenarians are coming out of the closet and taking pride in our brittle longevity. I was getting tired of always sitting in dimly lit rooms to hide my secret… 😉
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Brian – Love the phrase, “brittle longevity!”
FYI: Candlelight is kindest.
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