Editor, Manteca Bulletin,

It was Ralph Waldo Emerson who said, “As we grow old the beauty steals inward.”

With aging it’s the pleasant memories that congregate. Like wisdom it is a legacy.

I think of the first born child, the grandchild, the special wedding and surely honeymoon. My honeymoon was a disaster. The night we checked into our hotel, I jokingly said, “What’s your name again.” We had separate rooms.

A pleasant memory could be watching your mother-in-law board the plane, on her way home. The moments may be temporary, the memory lasts forever, it never wears out.

Remembering our youths, departed family, we think, we feel and realize we are never alone. You can close your eyes to situations but not the memories.

A local retirement resident and scholar, Luigi, was heard saying, “Memories are roses in the winter.”