Now, there is something that makes me so sad.
Old people where treasured as the wise ones. Granddad and Grandma they new al the tricks in live.
Grey hair was the equivalent of wisdom (Gandalf ect ). I was brought up by my grandmother ( because of family circumstances)
and what a good start in live she gave me.
I suppose, time changes everything to fast now for our lovely gray haired friends. My God, it does for me !
But does it ? Perhaps we better take time ( nobody does any more ) to listen a bit to what real facts of live the old can tell us ?
Every thing changes and nothing changes if you really think about it.