MAYDAY
The first day of May brought to mind a term that probably could have been applied when the virus with which we’re now coping emerged to become a world pandemic. “Mayday” is that term which is the international distress signal used mostly by aircraft and ships.
The term’s adoption in English was in 1923 as described in Merriam-Webster’s Word History:
“Owing to the difficulty of distinguishing the letter “S” by telephone, the international distress signal “S.O.S” will give place to the words “May-day”, the phonetic equivalent of “M’aidez”, the French for “Help me.”
---“New Air Distress Signal, “The Times [London], 2 Feb. 1923”
Most of us likely became familiar with that Mayday term and meaning in dramatic story sequences we read in books or saw in movies. We now contend with a different type of drama as dissension surfaces over whether or not we need to continue wearing masks and sheltering-in-place. Meanwhile, we each adapt and protect ourselves in our own way despite what others do. I continue to mask and stay in my home though some may choose to do otherwise.
AGE DIFFERENCES SIGNIFICANCE
The other day thoughts came to mind causing me to recall some instances in my life when I’ve been sensitive to age differences. I thought about some of my friends married to contemporaries with both still living and I admit to feeling a bit envious. Perhaps, if I had married someone my age I wouldn’t be alone now. Of course, I know that’s all fantasy thinking, that numerous other scenarios could have occurred.
I recall in my mid-twenties dating a guy who was developing a widow’s peak hairline leading me to assume he was older than me, a belief he reinforced. When he finally revealed that he was, in fact, several years my junior, I was not only surprised but bothered by that difference, partly because he had been less than honest with me. I’m not sure now why our age difference concerned me, beyond the fact he mis-lead me in the first place, though I did wonder what else he might avoid the truth about. But for some reason I do recall being bothered that he was younger which seems not to matter to me now. In the long run it wasn’t an issue since we eventually mutually ended our relationship.
Then, there was the occasion when I was in my seventh decade, continuing to work. I periodically interacted at my work site with a much younger person that was especially enjoyable for several reasons, including we shared a similar sense of humor. I was pleased when in time that person’s administrative skills and talents were recognized, resulting in their advancement to a responsible higher level position. We continued to kibbitz as before on those generally less frequent occasions when we met.
Then, one day our conversation somehow resulted in my incidentally, but casually, mentioning my age. I’ll never forget the startled look on my friend’s face, who after a long pause, commented, ”I thought you were about the same age as me.” I don’t know what significance this difference made to my friend as nothing was altered for me. I had always had a variety of friends on the age range spectrum.
I do know that from that day forward, whenever we came in contact the person became very formal, kept the interaction brief. So, I respected the invisible line that was being drawn for whatever the reasons.
Have you ever encountered an individual or situation when age difference had significance to you, them or both of you?
