Youth doesn't own a monopoly on beauty.
Sure, we love cute baby ducks, teacup pigs and precocious kids. But the other evening, 93-year-old folk music legend Pete Seeger reminded me that youth doesn’t own a monopoly on adorability. Pete was on a TV talk show, and after his interview, he gamely plucked his way through Quite Early Morning. He struggled a bit, to be honest. But you couldn’t help being impressed; he’s 93!
So he finishes the song, the crowd is applauding wildly, the host is trying to talk the show off the air and Pete’s not paying a bit of attention because he’s busily strapping a capo to the neck of his banjo. He clearly intends to sing another song whether the cameras are rolling or not.
It was a wonderful, sweet, inspiring moment, the kind of moment we treasure here at Country. It reminded me of this photo from reader Lillie Ryan. Lillie stopped by to check on her neighbor Mrs. Rubado and found her a little tired and short of breath. But Lillie invited her to pick some raspberries anyway. “She perked up, grabbed her favorite tin pail and said ‘I’ll pick berries ’til I die,'” Lillie recalls. “As Mrs. Rubado filled her pail with this look of pure enjoyment on her face, she exclaimed several times, ‘these are just beautiful!'”
So is Mrs. Rubado. So is Pete Seeger and everyone else who forever finds the joy in picking berries or singing one more song. And let’s not forget friends like Lillie who give them the opportunity.