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Residents of the Century Village retirement community in south Florida take part in organized daily exercises
RECREATION WRECKS THE NATION
-- Edward Dorn, Bumpersticker, 1979
-- Edward Dorn, Bumpersticker, 1979
Some of the male residents of Century Village retirement community meet each evening to play water-polo in the club pool
Residents of Century Village retirement community gather around pool for daily exercise session
Playing "Mah-Jong" at the clubhouse of the Century Village retirement community
"Mah-Jong" at the clubhouse of the Century Village retirement community
"Mah-Jong" at the clubhouse of the Century Village retirement community
Bicycle Club of the Century Village retirement community meets each morning
Tricycle Club of the Century Village retirement community meets each morning
Residents of Century Village, a new retirement community, sun themselves at poolside. The entire village of 7,838 Units (individually-owned condominiums) Is due for completion in the Spring of 1974.
Residents of Century Village, a new retirement community, sun themselves at poolside. The entire village of 7,838 Units (individually-owned condominiums) Is due for completion in the Spring of 1974.
Organized daily exercises at the Century Village retirement community
Residents take part in organized daily exercises in one of the public pools at Century Village retirement community
A member of the South Beach retirement community enjoys the sun and sea air. Most of the retirees in the area live in inexpensive residential hotels within walking distance of the public beach.
Resident of a South Beach retirement hotel
Lives of the many elderly persons who have chosen South Beach for their retirement years revolve around the beach. It Is the longest stretch of public beach in the area.
Lives of the many elderly persons who have chosen South Beach for their retirement years revolve around the beach. It Is the longest stretch of public beach in the area.
A resident of the Century Village retirement community waters the flowers in front of his apartment. All units in the complex are individually-owned condominiums.
On the croquet court at Century Village retirement community
A sticky wicket on the croquet court. Century Village retirement community.
Photos by Flip Schulte (1930-2008), 1973, from the DOCUMERICA series, an Environmental Protection Agency program to photographically document subjects of environmental concern, compiled
1972-1977 (U.S. National Archives)
7 comments:
How measured our leisure time is. The call to order is pervasive.
Yes, it's all drill and regimen, this desperate ordeal of forcing physical existence to be eked out beyond the shelf life.
Looking at these images, what's acutely noticeable for me (being old) is the fact that in this country there is no such thing as a respected village elder who's at least left to woolgather in a corner without having to be sequestered into these miserable waiting-room-for-death bins... er, "retirement communities"... where "recreation" is a compulsory form of that legendary sort of Work Which Makes Free.
the life of the old is something important that society does not face well...maybe that is the fault of man himself unable to think about the "end"...
Yes, Sandra, I think that is, unfortunately, the case.
To my mind it bespeaks not so much the uselessness of the old, as the inhumanity of this form of society.
or they do not know what they want...
let us not give the word
RECREATION a bad name
Dorn looked for ironies
of the disordered psyche
among quotidian order
When talking to my patients
about depression I talk about
the word RECREATION
Simply broken down, it is
RE CREATE
revive, live again, make it new
as some older deceased poets used
to say
Elmo,
The troubling aspect of the term "recreation" right now, for me, in this senior-citizen context (my own context I guess, though I'd have to be dragged kicking & screaming into it, as presently constituted), is the unconscious substitution of "regiment" for "recreate".
A society in which the old are rendered useless may find it convenient to shunt the body-bags off into organized drills and "activities", but this feels more like an architectural elaboration of the waiting room for the beyond than any sort of true involvement in life... as one however nostalgically insists on remembering it.
By that I mean -- unprogrammed.
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