This is a great thread and I find I am in very good company.
But on folk music Mudcat, no one has mentioned this:
   Songs I remember in what most certainly was there first incarnation and now being resurrected as "Old folk tunes."
I do have reason to be thankful for the frequent wakeup calls at night. About 4 years ago, the other half got up during the night and realized he was smelling smoke. Looked around and found the top of a coffee table in the living room ablaze. A forgotten candle had started it, we got it out with a few pitchers of water but not before mini-blinds on windows had softened and drooped, the fake Christmas tree had done the same and the plants had been killed by the heat.
Forgetfulness associated with age may have caused it, but frequent wakeup calls got us up in time.
I can't think of anything else I am grateful for, though.
It takes two of us to remember one name and sometimes that takes quite a while.
Not only does skin wrinkle, it tears and bruises easily.
And the aches and pains. My 12-years younger brother tells me that if a 21-year-old woke up feeling the way he does every day, he would take himself to the emergency room in a hurry.
And all my friends seem to be old people.
Martie, 70