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Youth Meets Old Age

Freda Isaksen

Most boys will ignore an old lady like me. Then I met Espan, a Norwegian boy with a twinkle in his eye. Maybe he saw beyond the grey hair and the wrinkles. He ventured to approach me and spoke to me in English. I answered, “I need to speak Norwegian so I will not forget the language.” “Well,” he says, “I need to improve my English so you speak to me in Norwegian and I’ll reply in English.” So we held a conversation in both languages and I asked him, “Do you know how old I am?” His grandmother is 74 so I suppose he compared me with her and he guessed 75. “I’m 92 years old,” I told him.

Espan pointed his finger to his head and told me, “You are good in your head.”


Copyright Freda Isaksen 1986–2006. Permission to reuse for non-commercial purposes is granted, provided that the text is unaltered and the original source is acknowledged. For more information, contact isaksen at math.wayne.edu.

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