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Return of the Ageing Adventurer April 20, 2009

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Well, no one noticed I was gone. Hmmmm, makes me wonder how long I could sneak out for?   We’ll have to test that theory another day. I bumped into Stanley as I was walking up the sidewalk — you know his walker took up most of the sidewalk. At any rate, he was curious as to my whereabouts.  He was suspicious because the frozen pudding ice cream melted a bit under that bright sun and left some spots on my blouse.  He always was pretty observent and sharp as a tack.  Maybe he’ll join me the next time I sneak out. We could have a sneak-a-thon. Ha, Ha. Wouldn’t that be a hoot. Me and Stanley.  Stanley and me. One walker and one cane and a sidewalk that’s not wide enough.  Sounds pretty unconventional to me.

Copyright Laurie Widmark 2009


American Idol Versus Ageless Dreamer April 20, 2009

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Oh my gosh. Have you seen the British American Idol  Susan Boyle on YouTube?  She sings I Dreamed a Dream and the three judges were shocked, suprised, and….well, if you haven’t seen it, go to our website, click on the YouTube on the home page – under favorites – and tell us what you think!

To Sneak or Not To Sneak OUT April 19, 2009

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With a blue sky day in progress, daffodils tossing their yellow petals in the breeze, and  robins picking worms from the grass, it seemed like the perfect call to make believe.  Make believe that this nursing home has released me, at age 94, into the wonder of the blue sky and green grass.  Actually, if truth be known, I’m sneaking out of that place .

The Doc says fresh air will do me good and it does.  It’s not that far to the ice cream stand – which, I heard, just opened last week.  I hope they have Frozen Pudding.  Used to walk miles a day, so what’s one more today?   This cane will help me out if I need it for balance but I’ll use it to stop anyone who tries to stop me from dreaming out loud and going after that scoop of ice cream.  The cemetary is on the way and I can use it as a shortcut. Maybe I’ll check out a few spots along the way that I could mention to the family next time they visit.  Of course, they don’t want to “talk about it”.  Good grief, you’d think I was going to live forever.  For sure I’ve got five or ten more years, but if they’re not going to be good and healthy ones like I have now, I sure don’t plan on hanging around.  That’s another story. Right now I’m standing up and walking for today’s dream: ice cream at Golick’s…with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Yum.   My friends at the nursing home will be jealous.

Copyright 2009 Laurie Widmark

Written By a Crabby Old Man April 10, 2009

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I received this in an email today and felt the need to share it with you. 


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value .

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem . Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital .

One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.   A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man, . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . .. . . . . and makes no reply .
When you say in a loud voice . .. . . .. ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . . the things that you do .
And forever is losing .. . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?   Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . .. . you’re not looking at me .

I’ll tell you who I am . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . .. as I eat at your will .
I’m a small child of Ten . . . . . .. . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . . who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet .
A groom soon at Twenty . my heart gives a leap ..
Remembering, the vows . . . . . . that I promised to keep .

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . … . . . . I have young of my own .
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home .
A man of Thirty .. . . . . . . . .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last .

At Forty, my young sons .. . have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me . . . .. . . . to see I don’t mourn .
At Fi fty, once more, . Babies play ‘ round my knee,
Again, we know children . . .. . . . . My loved one and me .

Dark days are upon me . . My wife is now dead .
I look at the future … . . . . . . . . . . . . . I shudder with dread .
For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own ..
And I think of the years . . .. . . . . And the love that I’ve known ..

I’m now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel .
Tis jest to make old age . look like a fool ..
The body, it crumbles . . . . … . .. . . . grace and vigor, depart .
There is now a stone . . . . . .. . where I once had a heart .

But inside this old carcass . . A young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . . .. . . . . . I remember the pain …
And I’m loving and living . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . life over again .

I think of the years . all too few . . . . . . gone too fast ..
And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . that nothing can last .
So open your eyes, people .. .. . . . . . open and see..
Not a crabby old man .   Look closer . .. . see . . . .. .. . . . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . . . .. … we will all, one day, be there










Focus – a Five Letter Word April 9, 2009

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Phew. The power of focus takes alot of focus.  I’m learning that every day as I aim to put into action the lessons taught in the book, The Power of Focus. [by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Les Hewitt].   Focus on your strengths, it says, and eliminate everything that is holding you back. O.K. I’ve been working on that for almost two weeks and find myself talking to myself as a reminder: “If you keep doing things the same way, you’re going to keep getting the same results.”  O.K. I’m definitely hooked on that one and changing some of those “bad habits” that have taken over.   

For example, I never realized how many e-newsletters, that have no real immediate value to me, that I get every week. In the past ten days I’ve “opted out” of 27 different ones. Good grief. Everything from BJ’s, to Campers World, to Crate and Barrel, and everything in between.  I know where to find them if I need to look for something — but I don’t need them in my face when I’m trying to FOCUS. 

What am I focusing on?  The success of Ageless Dreamer.  Ways to capture the hearts (and checkbook – let’s be honest here!) of those who visit the site.  One way we’re working on is a free teeshirt. Yup,  F R E E.  in exchange for a minimum $ 50. donation.  The design is a secret until it’s up and running on the site.  Of course, if you want to be one the first ten people to have a coveted Ageless Dreamer teeshirt please let us know.  The first ten will also receive a surprise. I’m not telling you what it is, then it wouldn’t be a suprise.  So what do you say?  Who’s going to be the first to keep the dream alive!

Laurie Widmark 2009 Copyright

April 4, 2009

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BUZZ + MARKETING equals a book by Mark Hughes called BUZZMARKETING. As he says, it’s all about getting people to talk about your stuff.  So, how do we get them to talk about Ageless Dreamer? Constipated dreams? How about handing out rolls of toilet tissue with the words Constipated Dreams printed on them?  Or bottles of Milk of Magnesia  with the Ageless Dreamer brand?  Or what about a custom designed candy dispenser with Ageless Dreamer jelly beans dropping out of the bottom of the purple cows behind? Just kidding…or am I?  Help me out and send me some ideas for some buzz marketing.   Dream outrageously outloud with me! 

Copyright Laurie Widmark 2009

SAGE Advise April 4, 2009

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Talk about  weather that defined dreary and foggy – not doom and gloom, mind you, just dreary.   As we made the one hour drive to speak at a luncheon in Nashua, NH. we couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would show up.  Who said the over 65 age group were wimps about driving in lousy weather? Not this group. Ninety hearty souls ventured out to this once a month SAGE group, associated with St. Joseph’s Hospital.  Lunch was to be served up and Ageless Dreamer was the speaker du jour.

With microphone in hand the story began. The WHY’s of Ageless Dreamer.  Hmmmm…WHY’s and WISE sound alike.  Maybe there’s something to that. Anyway, the real magic happend when I invited one of the guests I brought with me to stand up to share her story at the microphone.  With a twinkle in her eye, Ruth led the audience to utter silence as she expressed her experience with Ageless Dreamer and how having her dream unfold, her first art gallery event exhibiting her oil paintings in 2006, changed her life.  The only sound that came from the audience was when she explained that all her friends had passed on — after all “I’m 96 years old”.  The gasp was audible. The giggles welcomed.   They thought THEY were the oldest ones in the room and Ruth just took their breath away.  Yup.  Ruth, the artist, who still teaches art lessons every week, empowered them to keep on dreaming.  One day at a time, one dream at a time.  You GO, Girl!

Copyright Laurie Widmark 2009

Where Have All the Dreamers Gone? April 2, 2009

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Where have all the dreamers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the dreamers gone? Long time ago.

I’ll bet when you read these words, a tune becomes familiar in your mind written by Peter, Paul, and Mary: Where have all the flowers gone.

The words just fit this message so well and I couldn’t resist asking the question: where have all the dreamers gone?   Please, if you’re reading this, let us know. Visit www.agelessdreamer.org and become a fan. Let us know that what we do matters to you.  Stand UP for the DREAM.

Laurie Widmark  Copyright 2009