We may be in our fifties, sixties, and even seventies, but don't call US senior citizens!  We are anything BUT.

My name is Clarabelle Owensby.  I live in Grafton, Ohio, with my husband of 30  years.  We have children, two sons and two daughters, but all are grown and have their own lives, and we have four grandchildren: two grandsons and two granddaughters.  They are the lights of my life.

I am in fairly good health for a woman of my age (65): I walk on a cane due to degenerative arthritis (and a bad back), but heck, I get around better than some people.  I am indeed thankful for that.

I have many varied interests: knitting and crocheting, reading (spy and mystery novels keep me entertained), drawing or painting, singing, going to church every Sunday (and again on Wednesday), and visiting the shut-ins or the sick at the nursing home.  

My favorite activity is singing.  I am in a choral group for senior citizens (ages 55 and above) called "The Silver Belles".  We go around the community, going to hospitals or nursing homes, singing for the patients and residents there.  We get such a kick out of entertaining them with our (improvised) dance moves and our songs; nothing pleases us more than to see them smiling or laughing or clapping after we have performed.  To bring joy to their faces means more to us than anything in the world and I am indeed grateful to Gof for giving me this gift of singing.

I don't know what I owuld do if I didn't have my family, my grandbabies, or my singing.  I would probably wither up and die.  I have too much living to do and even though I may have health problems myself, I am still able to get out and enjoy life to the full.  I am indeed blessed and I thank my lucky stars (and God most of all) for what I DO have.  So many others don't have what I do.