A few weeks ago my husband and his three adult children listened to a tape of poems and stories his dad and mom recorded back in 1989. “Come on Eva,” Tom says. “Speak into the recorder. You know you don’t have to have someone right in front of you to talk.”

She giggles, then says, “Your father thinks I’m afraid of the microphone. Do you kids know of anything I’m afraid of?”

A daughter of a poor farmer, she left school at age fourteen to work the land. A stay at home mom, she never thought she’d have the opportunity to finish school. But she didn’t give up. In her forties, she returned to school, got her GED. I remember the first time she shared her accomplishment with me – eight years ago. She sat up straight, her eyes full and round, and flashed me a wide smile.

Back in the day, Eva took a stance: she campaigned for George McGovern during his run for the presidency in 1972, protested against the Vietnam War and the commercial vineyards in California because of their poor treatment of migrant farmworkers. One never underestimated Eva. If one spoke ill of her or any of her eight children, she’d pull your hair (she still does). And if Eva disapproved of the pastor’s church sermon, she’d leave, wait outside until the end of mass so she could give him a what for. I imagine Eva with her arms folded tight against her chest, pacing back and forth, her sneakers slapping against the pavement, sighing with impatience. So when pastor Zietor first met Eva and said, “Oh, you’re the infamous Mrs. Cronin,” he got an earful: “You just insulted me,” she said.

Eva also had the chutzpah to leave the Catholic Church. After a few years as a rector for Crusillo in Christianity, an apostolic movement with a focus on personal spiritual development, she started an ecumenical offshoot of the movement, offering the Eucharist to Catholics and non-Catholics alike. But many of the priests with whom she associated wouldn’t have anything to do with sharing the body of Christ with so-called non-believers. So Eva wouldn’t have anything to do with the Catholic Church. She, and her family, left the Church, and never returned.

Nothing kept Eva from getting out of the house to help her community, even if it meant knocking on strangers’ doors, as she did when she volunteered for the Census Bureau in the 1970’s. Not only did she extend herself outside of her home, she welcomed people into her home: friends of the kids, exchange students, business associates of Tom’s, even an occasional criminal suspect and runaway.

But over the past few years, something has changed in Eva, something inside of her. She stopped driving a few years ago due to worsening macula degeneration. But she doesn’t seem to miss it, at least she doesn’t reminisce about driving. Fortunately, she has family to drive her places, like to the doctor and the grocery store. And she has kept herself busy by crocheting Afghans and hats, a talent that goes back decades. So she doesn’t need her eyes to tell her how to crochet the perfect stitch – those stitches are knotted in her memory. But she no longer cooks Ukranian dishes familiar to her childhood for Sunday family gatherings, like halushki and perogies.  “I don’t feel like it,” she says. “I don’t know what to cook for Tom anymore. He doesn’t eat.” And she no longer kneads dough, bakes the dozens of Christmas cookies days in advance of Christmas like she used to. No more snowballs, lemon oat lacies, or toffee squares. She leaves the house if she needs to go to the doctor, or when her husband or one of her children begs her to join them for lunch. She double locks the door even when she’s home with others. And she has stopped taking the trash out to the dumpster, a couple of hundred yards away, because she got lost once while making her way back to the apartment. Luckily, a neighbor noticed Eva’s panic stricken face and offered to help her find her way home.

What has happened to the fearless, outgoing Eva we once knew? Is it merely a matter of aging? Perhaps our DNA undergoes some seismic shift as we age, exposing all the fear and depression we’ve cleverly hidden for so long.

Still, Eva will open the door, that is, after she asks, “Who’s there?” When she hears a familiar voice, she’ll turn the top lock then the bottom one to the right. When you hear the click, click from the other side, then see her broad smile as she peeks her head around the door, you know Eva is relieved to see that it is someone she can truly trust.

Atwul Gwande is a surgeon, writer, and public health researcher. He’s been a staff writer for The New Yorker since 1998. The following link will bring you to his article titled, “Annals of Medicine: The Way We Age Now.” In the article, he describes how the human body changes as it ages.

For all of those who are caring for aging parents: Listen to National Public Radio’s broadcast, “The Far Shore of Aging,” aired on July 26, 2012. 

Krista Tippett speaks with Jane Gross, creator of The New York Times’ New Old Age blog. As she learned by taking care of her mother during her final years, we’re living longer and dying more slowly. Gross shares her wisdom about the new relationship between children and parents, and the changing way we think about the far shore of aging.

Here’s the link to the broadcast: http://www.onbeing.org/program/far-shore-aging/255

100-year-old Preston Carter backed into 9 children and 2 adults near an elementary school in South Los Angeles on Wednesday, August 29th. The driver was not arrested and claimed that his brakes failed. Though the accident is under investigation, the driver still holds a valid driver’s license. Is there a definitive age when we should stop driving? Not necessarily; we all age differently. Yet, vision, hearing, motor skills, and cognitive functions deteriorate as we age; it’s inevitable. According to the British Columbia Automobile Association, at age 55 it takes 8 times longer to recover from glare than at age sixteen. So why is it too easy to renew a driver’s license? In Vermont, licenses are allowed to be renewed by mail for eight years, after which point residents must renew them in person. Not even an eye exam is required. So, when accidents such as the one involving Mr. Carter occur, who else other than the driver is to blame? Who else is culpable? Can it not be said that the local Department of Motor Vehicles or the Department of Transportation are partly to blame? Or, in the case of Mr. Carter, the State of California?

In April 2010, The NPR radio show, “On Being” ( AKA Speaking of Faith ) broadcasted an interview with Dr. Alan Dienstag, a clinical psychologist from New York City who helps those caring for aging loved ones. The title of the show is “Alzheimer’s, Memory, and Being.” The premise of this show is human identity. Go to the following link to hear the interview: http://www.onbeing.org/program/alzheimers-memory-and-being/64