Are you ready for these glasses?



As part of preparing to attend my high school reunion, I couldn’t resist looking at my senior picture in the yearbook.  And what did I notice first?  The glasses.

I started wearing glasses at age eight, which gave my mother many years to choose frames for me.  I remember wearing white cat’s eyes, blue frames, and most unusual of all, plaid frames.  My graduation photo shows dark frames that make me look very studious. My mother wouldn’t have chosen those. I must have wanted to look studious, or at least blend in.

Recently, I learned that my mother’s taste in frames were modest by comparison to today’s European styles.

If I only had to put on a pair of glasses to read the fine print I could live with any of these, but they’d get old fast if I had to wear them for sixteen hours a day…in public.















Thankfully these were not available to my mother when I was growing up.


About stillalife

I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
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