Friday, January 21, 2011

Grad School Meets The Old School


She stays up until midnight writing poetry. She wears bright purple eye shadow and Jeggings. She can polish off a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream like a pro. She drives a Yaris and owns a French coffee press. And she's on Medicare.
My grandmother isn't your ordinary grandma, but she's awesome.
She also happens to be my roommate.

The present state of the economy and the lack of job opportunities for recent graduates has forced many post-grad twenty-somethings to move back in with Mom and Dad to save money, not to mention brace themselves for the onset of student loan pay-back. But an even stranger trend is growing in popularity across the country: moving in with our grandparents.

They spoiled us as kids. They taught us life lessons and told us stories about the Jurassic period (circa the 1940s). They fed us too many cookies and took us to sit on Santa’s lap at the mall. They said things like, “when I was your age”, and dragged us along for visits with other white-haired people.

But now some post-grads, having realized that living in peace with newly (happily) empty-nested parents is out of the question, have turned to the loving homes of their grandparents for a reprieve from rent for a while.

But what we got was a whole lot more than we bargained for.

As a child, we get to know our grandparents one way. It turns out that a relationship between a small child and their grandpa is very different from one between a raucous member of generation-Y and a wise, coupon-clipping senior citizen.

Joy Hepp, CNN.com contributor, reported back in April 2008 on this growing trend. Aaron Moncivaiz of Pheonix, Arizona, moved in with his grandmother, Shirley Harkness, with the goal of saving money to move to New York to begin his writing career.

“…She lived nearby and had an extra room for which she wouldn't charge him rent; he could reach the higher shelves in the kitchen for her and program the VCR. They gave it a shot, and so far they've worked out the important things.”

Hepp goes on to report that Moncivaiz isn’t the only one. According to Mario D. Garrett, chair of the Department of Gerontology at San Diego State University and director of the university's Center on Aging, “ ‘Changing demographics are part of it,’ he says, ‘people are living longer, so grandparents are more likely to be around. College students are graduating into a slumping economy. And some of these graduates grew up with their grandparents: More than 6 million grandparents were living with underage grandchildren in 2000, according to the U.S. Census’.”

The picture painted above, VCR and all, is exactly what it’s like. I help do the heavy lifting, I put together furniture from boxes, I clean the snow off her car, and I help with the grocery shopping. In return, I get to save up for grad school. I get a cozy bedroom upstairs, rent free, with a TV (no cable), shag carpet, and an endless supply of peppermint tea and tidbits of wisdom directly below in the kitchen.

We make things work. Obi (her preferred nickname) and I respect each other’s space and habits, and occasionally share a healthy belly laugh over the hilarity of our age differences. From the outside it may seem odd, but there is something to be said for getting back to the Old School.

Living with a grandparent is primarily a learning process. It requires tremendous amounts of patience and strong listening skills. It gives new meaning to the phrase “respecting your elders”. Now, instead of respecting our elders in two hour doses during family visits, it becomes an around-the-clock job that can eventually be incredibly beneficial to our (somewhat delayed) moral development.

Kelly Blais of Suffield, Connecticut also just recently moved in with her grandfather, Edmond Krajewski of Windsor. She says that, although life is very different living with her grandfather, it’s nice overall. He faithfully makes dinner every night and requires that she study hard while finishing up her graduate degree. She does the dusting and vacuuming, and even cares for the household cat that she lovingly despises. Getting used to early bedtimes and early mornings was hard at first, she continues, but they make it work.

Too often, the tech-savvy generation Y does not take into consideration the tremendous value that old fashioned etiquette and moral codes have.

In my case, Obi has made it clear that although the dating world is very different now than it was in the late 40s, women should always expect a man to court her. Women deserve nothing less than the utmost respect and good manners when on a date, and a proper gentleman will walk you to the door expecting no more than a kiss, if he’s lucky.

Krajewski shares his lifelong wisdom with Blais in the form of an undying work ethic, and a strong desire to feed his granddaughter. In the Krajewski household, three squares a day feed the mind and body, (plus hearty snacking in between) and an honest day’s work is priceless. Krajewski, at 81, still works full time.

The miraculous teaming-up of Americas seniors and their grown grandkids may be a move in the right direction. As we face an economic recession with American households refocusing on family values, the reconnection of the young and not-so-young may be just what Generation Y needs to stand strong against commercial materialism, debt, and rising addiction and divorce rates. Not that there’s anything wrong with the New School, but let’s face it, the Old School had to be doing something right.





Source: http://articles.cnn.com/2008-04-11/living/lw.grandma.roomie_1_bank-teller-roommate-returns-home?_s=PM:LIVING

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Thawing Out the Past?


On January 14, 2011, The Hindu, a respected news publication based in Chennai (Madras), India released an article that may bring you back a few years, or a few thousand.

Apparently, the concept of cloning the long-extinct woolly mammoth is coming back to the forefront, following the topic’s fizzle from public interest in the late 1990s.

In 2008, Teruhiko Wakayama of the Riken Centre for Developmental Biology in Japan was successful in cloning a mouse that had been dead and frozen in a lab for 16 years. This breakthrough suggests that the door has now reopened for the cloning of the woolly mammoth, which previously failed due to cellular damage caused by the extreme cold in the Siberian permafrost where the great beast was found. “Akira Iritani, professor at Kyoto University, is re-activating his campaign to resurrect the woolly mammoth species that died out over 12,000 years ago.”

While I’m sure genetic biologists are jumping for joy in their lab coats, will there ever be a day when we realize that time progresses and causes change for a reason? When will we let sleeping mammoths lie?

When is it time for us to simply let the past be in the past? For most, including myself, it is much easier said than done.

On a more personal note, it seems as though, just as bad things seem come in the threes, the past comes back to visit occasionally, usually by the bus load.

With the recent return of an old arch enemy, my father’s ex-wife, every problem she tightly packed in her suitcase to take away the day she moved out eight years ago followed her right back through my family’s front door when my father unlocked the deadbolt.

Instead of eating cookies and reminiscing by a warm fire this Christmas Eve, I spent it awake until 2:00 am, futilely arguing with my mother about things that happened back in 1999. And as my eye lids drooped despite my efforts to stay awake and defensive, I realized that sometimes hurt feelings, mistakes, and problems will just never get resolved.

Even though the anger and hurt can still burn in my chest for years after, and various regrets might ring in my ears for even longer, sometimes people will simply never change and never apologize.

So, although we are so sad that Mr. W. Mammoth Sr. couldn’t be here to join his African and Asian Elephant ancestors for a stroll and a bite of greenery, shouldn’t we consider that there’s a reason he’s sleeping peacefully in the permafrost of Siberia?

Although we may never understand the motives of the universe in sending that comet Earth’s way 12,000 years ago, there may have been a very good reason for it, or simply a reason, whether good or bad is irrelevant because it exists in the past.

Dredging up the past and attempting to change it, no matter how scientifically or emotionally driven, can sometimes be a bit pointless and, quite frankly, exhausting.

Experiencing the past in it’s future form is another creature entirely. Whether it be running into an old flame from college and pleasantly catching up, or appreciating the beauty of India’s newly named “National Heritage Animal” (you guessed it: Elephants), reliving the past as it's present state can be a beautiful thing.

Let's honor the great grandchildren of this extinct woolly mammoth by protecting and rebuilding the present Elephant population. Let's hug our family members and love them regardless of the hurtful things they may have done or said, whether we've forgiven them or not. Because, reliving the pain and anger of the past is about as productive as beating your head against a glacier, expecting Dumbo's grandpa to wake up refreshed.

Source: http://www.thehindu.com/sci-tech/science/article1092805.ece