Saturday, January 19, 2019

Why Do Geezer Skiers Seem to Live a Longer and Better Life?

      I recently heard about a study of older folks that indicated better brain and physical health for those that kept moving.   Any sort of movement on a regular basis appeared to increase longevity and mitigation of the onset of dementia or other brain disorders from aging.  The study did not observe just physical activity but also did analysis of brain tissue from deceased volunteers in the study.  Even if plaque tissue had developed in the brain,  movement appeared to mitigate the deleterious effects.
     I thinks I can attest to the accuracy of the results as I observe my geezer skier companions. Two members are over ninety and a host of them are in their eighties.   All of them are movers.   If they are not on the ski slope they will be in the gym, on the tennis court, playing golf, fishing or hiking and walking.  Although one of our group has developed dementia, he is the exception.   I guess we are not all immune to degenerative losses. 
      Eventually geezers will have to give up skiing.  However, we will attempt to delay that day as much as possible.   I belong to the 70?+ Ski Club and in my most recent newsletter a 100+ skier was featured.   Amazing not only physically but also mentally sharp and witty.
      Maybe overall the geezer skiers may not live longer than others but we sure have enjoy our activity.  As I write this, a significant snow fall is expected over night.   Looking forward to great week ahead on the slopes.  However,  I will have to share more of the "freshies" with holiday weekend folks.

Friday, November 30, 2018

Intersections

      I think that geezer skiers often engage in volunteer activities that intersect with their skiing passion but do not interfere with the winter activities.   I effectively manage my volunteer interests so they do not impinge on my freedom to go skiing.   My volunteer commitments are arranged to occur on afternoons or evenings.  This frees up my mornings to get the best of conditions of powder and or grooming on the local ski slopes.   I am delighted to get the best of both worlds.
        Because I enjoy the snow, I recently got training from the National Weather Service to qualify as a SKYWARN reporter.  This means I am able to report snowfall and other weather phenomena to assist the Weather Service information for the region.  The November snowfalls have given me practice in reporting.   The photos below show my snowboard (not the downhill type) that is the reference point for my measurements.   As each new snowfall occurs I measure first and then place it on the new fallen snow to prepare for the next event.  I find this fun and an intersection with my skiing interest.
       Many of my retired geezer friends manage their intersections of skiing with volunteering in similar ways.
       To my retired geezer skier readers, I urge you to find volunteer activities that are fulfilling and do not interfere with your skiing passion.  However,  be careful not to overload your days.  My current volunteer diversions beyond snow reporting include,  Blood Transport Specialist for the Red Cross, guide at the Living History Museum of Central New York and beginning training for the Volunteer Income Tax Assistance program.   If any of you readers out there are bored, I encourage you to get involved in your community and the Red Cross always needs new blood (pun intended).
     Happy Holidays everyone!

Markers Help Me Find My Board.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Thanksgiving for Skiing

       Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and a time to reflect on the many blessings I have received not only recently but over the years.   For the moment I will emphasize the blessings derived from my years of skiing.
      I was fortunate enough to retire completely at age 61 a full  22 years ago.  Retirement didn't mean ceasing to do anything useful.  There were and continue to be many volunteer activities.   There are always needs out there that can be fulfilled by those of us who are fortunate enough to be healthy enough to give back in a myriad of ways. 
       However, while I enjoy volunteer activities I am also passionate about skiing.   This passion has kept me happy and healthy through 22 ski seasons with an average of 77 days of skiing per season.   During that period I only had a couple of seasons when health issues interfered.  The least number of days was 40 and the most 103!    Therefore it is clear I am immensely appreciative of those times.  Fortunately, I had only one injury that shortened my season a bit.
      One of the greatest blessing of skiing beyond the thrill of downhill traverses is the camaraderie of friends of the same passion for the sport.  Coffee breaks are enriched every day we are on the slopes by the stories of folks with a variety of backgrounds.   Recently during the off season we have gathered each second Wednesday of the month for lunch.   In this new venue we have added another dimension to our friendships.
      I am also blessed that my wife as a non skier can tolerate the winter season without a special need for a southern vacation.   As one who grew up in the south, she has had to learn what skiers already know.  You have to layer to keep warm! 
       Who knows what the future may bring for me an my geezer friends relative to their ski days.   Ultimately we may all age out of the sport in spite of our passion for the activity.   Meanwhile we will be thankful for the day we have on the slopes and cherish the long friendships we have developed.
      My hope is that as long as I live I will be able to hit the slopes.  However, I know that if that does not happen, I will have a magnificent family and a bunch of good friends to sustain me.   And there are always ways to volunteer and as long as I am mentally fit I can write this blog.
      Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Skiers and Guns?

   On the recent anniversary of the Las Vegas massacre I am reminded how tragic it is that assault weapons are a ubiquitous part of our society.  At one time they were in my mind appropriately banned.  They are weapons of war not recreational devices for civil society.   I say this in view of my past life as a hunter growing up using rifles and shotguns to stalk game.  I had safety training at an early age and drilled in my psyche, was never point your gun at any person! 
     So it is a dilemma for me that one needs a gun if they are not hunter or a marksman.   The thought of living in a society where everyone is packing either concealed or otherwise abhors me.   To me that is living in fear!   I recognize many people in the USA have a different view.   However, what a price we pay in lives snuffed out by enraged gunmen and also so many gunshot injuries.   As a nation statistics show rampant loss of life and limb compared other countries with stricter gun control.   Statistics do not lie.  I am blessed to have not lost a loved one from gun violence.  However a high school classmate has lived most of his life with mental handicap from careless use of a pistol. 
    If you have read this far you probably are wondering how this connects with skiing?   Well, I am not sure either.   I would like to speculate that those of us who enjoy skiing are less likely to have the need to own an assault weapon or pack a pistol.   After all we already have some ski poles!   If we have a conflict we can duel with our ski poles!   Wouldn't that be a much better society?  I guarantee taking out our aggressions  with ski poles would result in far fewer deaths.

Monday, September 3, 2018

More Than A Geezer Skier- Honoring Achievement

      In a gathering of geezer skiers it would seem that the only thing that matters is skiing.  However in their other life these geezers have contributed to society in a multitude of ways.  They have been teachers, craftsmen, businessmen and workers is a variety of professions.
     Last week I had the privilege of attending a ribbon cutting ceremony for a new building for a business owned by my friend Frank Bonamie.  His pallet company supplies pallets for business throughout the United States, Canada and Mexico.   His clients include such giants as Coca-Cola and Walmart.   His special proprietary software tracks pallets from birth to death saving costs throughout their use. 
      Frank has Native American heritage connected to the Cayugas.   During the ribbon cutting ceremony speakers included area development advocates and a Native American chief providing an impressive and moving Native American blessing.  This ceremony marks 40 years of business that has grown  from operating in a small garage to the magnificent new facility.
      In addition to the Ribbon Cutting Ceremony this was a 90th birthday celebration for Frank.   We sang Happy Birthday and extended our best wishes to this legendary figure.  We were delighted to celebrate the success of his endeavors. 
     In closing, it is an honor to acknowledge his generosity toward his friends, his employees as well as his philanthropy in supporting Cornell University and the Native American Studies at that institution.
       Here are a few of the photos for this grand occasion.  Although Frank missed most of last season on the slopes we have enjoyed his company at geezer coffee hours and lunches.  All the best for the next season.
Ribbon Cutting 

Employees

Birthday Picture Collage Gift

Favorite Saying- Dealing With Adversity

Frank Cutting His Cake

One of His Long Haul Trucks



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Tower Silo Monuments to the Past

  Since I live in a county where dairy production is the major agricultural enterprise, I am tuned into the trends in these businesses.  As a geezer, I have lived long enough to watch the number dairy farms decline at a precipitous rate.   In New York State in year 2000 there were 7615 dairy farms.  In 2016 the number was  4624 and continuing to decline.   For Cortland County New York where I now live in 2006 there were 143 dairies and by 2016 the number is 96.
    How do these changes impact what I see when I drive the countryside?   Today large dairies typically store huge quantities of forage in bunker silos.  In the past, however, smaller dairies stored forage in tower silos.  As these smaller dairies perish, the tower silos become monuments to the past.  Razing the silos seems to be a rare event.   Today I took a little tour within a few miles of our home, simply to photograph a few of these monuments.   Within ten minutes I passed over a dozen silos of varying designs and sizes.  All of them probably had not been filled in at least 10 or even 20 years. 
    In many respects these silos remain as forlorn objects of the past.  Having grown up on a farm I can imagine the angst of the farmers and their families as the next generation moves on from agriculture to other employment in society.  A whole way of life disappears.   Meanwhile,  I find there is a certain beauty to these monuments.  Perhaps we could consider them to be our Stone Henge equivalent for the 21st Century?   For the geezer me, I find it entertaining to look for the different numbers and types of unused tower silos.     And also to muse about the families and businesses that once thrived on those farms. 

     Here are a few examples of silo monuments.  Note the different designs and sizes! 
Concrete Stave Silos

Concrete Stave and Coated Steel
Galvanized Steel Panels - Likely from the 1960s.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Beyond Skiing

      This past Wednesday our geezer skier group gathered for an off season lunch at Greek Peak.  Usually after the ski season we rarely see each other since we go our separate ways to summer activities.  At the end of the season, I had the sense it would be good for us to get together occasionally to extend our socialization beyond the ski season.  We just might have a lot to talk about beyond the usual commentary about ski conditions.
       Seven of us gathered at the Hope Lodge Acorn Restaurant of the Greek Peak Resort.   My e-mail invitation sent out several weeks earlier rousted out at least a few of our group.  (We are looking to gather each second Wednesday of the month for the off-season.)    For an hour and a half we ate, drank and chatted with gusto.   Each one of us had a chance to swap stories of our recent activities and reveal something of who we are beyond our love of skiing.  We all have had an amazing array of experiences.  This has to be true since our youngest is in his upper seventies and our senior member is beyond 90. 
       There were an array of topics to be discussed.  Several geezers are military veterans in roles from grunts to officers.  For those of us who are not veterans it was interesting to hear of the impact of their service on their lives.  For several the service was a stepping stone to rewarding civilian careers.  Each person was encouraged to describe their career path.   It was a delight to learn of their experiences and accomplishments.  All in all, we were able to see multiple dimensions of our companions, well beyond our focus on skiing in our senior years.
     I am looking  forward to how this saga will continue.  Next lunch is June!
From what my wife tells me her women's group she has lunch with, gets into personal issues.  i.e. Sharing feelings etc.   As typical guys, that may be a stretch for our gatherings.  But who knows?  Now that we are beyond skiing, anything might happen!