The Third Age

Apologies to Tolkien fans, this is not about the Elves.  I’m talking about being a thirdager, and I can see that at least spellcheck is refusing to acknowledge our existence.  It seems to be saying, there is no such word and therefore so such thing.

OK; I accept that the third age is euphemism for something else; we’re trying not to say the word ‘old’ here, because being ‘old’ has become undesirable.  According to one University of the Third Age website here in Australia, a thirdager (I insist on using the word) is defined as someone over 50 and retired.  Considering that our Prime Minister is expecting us to work till we’re at least 70, indeed such people should not exist.

Too bad –because we do.  And this afternoon one of us is giving a lecture that more of us are going to attend.  We invisible people will continue to learn and absorb greater knowledge, even if other agers pretend we are phantoms and want us deleted or made over.

Check your local U3A websites for more information.

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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