Blending a Family

No need to wonder. There is a new trend in America.

As the World War II generation disappears, and the huge “boomer” generation ages, there is a shift rolling over the population.  The old soldiers and the old soldiers’ wives sit in front of the TV in their managed care rooms. They come out for prepared meals a couple of times a day. They sit with other singles who are all approaching one hundred years old and can remember vividly collecting scrap for the war effort but cannot remember where they left their slippers. The rooms are overpriced but the aides are underpaid. The food is regular if not exceptional. In the dining room some of the residents are being fed by aids. Some of the more lucid folks have conversations with friends they have made in the “home” but most just stare at the same TV show that they left in their room, except the dining room has a big screen TV mounted on the wall.  There might be a brief period out in the sun after the lunchtime meal or before dinner. A gathering of wheelchairs. A parade of walkers. A shuffling of aged pedestrians dressed too warmly, baking in the sun.

Back “in the day” they had families and homes in the suburbs and jobs in the prosperous cities and towns of post-war America. Their lives were what we call “the American Dream”. Their families prospered and lived the life of Ozzy and Harriet and My Three Sons-school, church, boy scouts, cook-outs, drives in the family car. Eventually the kids went to college up state and came home only on holidays, or when Mom and Dad (who were paying the bills) insisted. Then the kids all graduated and never went “home” again. They found mates and had kids of their own and moved on to jobs and houses of their own, spread out across our huge nation. Grandmom and Grandpop retired, and like anchors, waited dependably just where they were when the kids left home. They waited for Christmas or Thanksgiving for their off-spring to return to the old homestead for a brief reunion.

It is said that “the sins of the Father will not be visited on the Son” but it is not true. Just as they had abandoned their folks, the boomer mothers and boomer fathers were abandoned by their off-spring. The boomers listen to the sound of the TV echoing off the walls of their empty houses just waiting for a visit or a phone call. Maybe they got a photograph of the dog their daughter’s family adopted attached to an email, or a group photo of them all at Chanukah, but mostly they were on their own. On their own waiting for the trip to the managed care facility that the “kids” insisted would be good for them.

Then came Covid.

Covid changed everything. Who you could hang out with. Who you could trust. How to protect oneself from an invisible enemy. It brought the lens of our society into stark focus. The loneliness and the dependency became unbearably clear. Covid specially made clear the dependency we all have on the Medical/Industrial Complex. Fighting the disease and finding new ways to earn a living and to live a life. Covid ushered in a new round of crushing inflation that sent rents and home prices soaring. Shortages in the grocery stores and back-orders of critical materials became common. The result was even more uncertainty and dis-ease within the world.

Then came the new trend I allude to. Family.

The “kids” started coming back to the old home place. The place Mom boomer and Pop boomer had been rattling around in with the empty bedrooms and the hollow playroom in the basement. Space abandoned since the kids left for college ten or fifteen years ago are full once again. The generations joining forces to conquer the high cost of a house got the bonus of having an extended family once again. The kitchen became warm as Grandmom cooked dishes she’d not bothered with for years, because how can one cook a roast or a turkey, or bake loaves of bread for two, lonely, old people. The kids get off the school bus and change clothes and help out in the garden. The dog gets a walk. The sound of Life echoes off the walls again. This is what is happening in my house right now. My beautiful daughter (in-law) is resurrecting the two bedrooms upstairs right now. Her daughter is “helping” shuffle the furniture around. The closets are full of little girl dresses and pre-teen posters of pop stars I have never heard of will be plastered on the walls by the end of the week. My prodigal family will energize and traumatize this old place. There will be awkward moments and situations while we meld but I am confident that, in the end, the Trend will be wonderful. We will have a family again.