@modelstrangers It’s been a while since I contributed to this medium. Pascal…a wonderful human being, he is the antithesis of many on the world stage. His quote from Homer…brought me to tears. I need more courage to watch your other posts. Thank you.
*One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:*
**“I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.”**
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolor painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
**I’m writing this to tell you something simple:**
**Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.**
Let these years ahead be your *treasure years*.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
*With love and gentleness,*
— Patricia Routledge
Hi, @walterkirn - your conversation w/@mtaibbi on today's "America This Week" about the shopping list you found blowing down the street, reminded me of the great Walter M. Miller, Jr. novel "A Canticle for Leibowitz." In that great post-apocalyptic SF novel, an entire world religion is based on St. Leibowitz and the lone surviving relic of his life - a shopping list.
@paulwellerHQ I am so sorry to learn that Rick has passed away. My condolences to Rick’s family and you and Bruce. As well as fond memories of your music it was a delight to see you all occasionally in Palings in Hanover Square back in the day.
@Sarah_Kendall Hi Sarah - you started a great thread. If you haven’t already, do look up on TED the wonderful poet Rives with his talks on the 4 in the morning mystery and how he became the accidental curator of 4 in the morning stories.
@jbromovies So many incredible performances over the years from this formidable actor. I love this scene beyond words. May he rest in peace. My heart goes out to his family.