Missing Mister

There was a time that you knew you were growing older because people younger then you began to call you Mister.  Today, you know you are growing old because you expect people younger then you to call you Mister, but they don’t.  It doesn’t really bother me, but it is so ingrained in me that I notice it instantly when it doesn’t happen.  This morning for instance, I stopped into my bank and a pleasant 20ish young lady proceeded to help me, calling me Robert throughout the transaction.

Growing up, it was drummed into me that adults would be addressed by their surname preceded by a Mr., Mrs., or Miss.  We didn’t even have a Ms. back then.  My dad, who was an unskilled blue collar laborer was still a Mr. Station in life was not a factor.  To me, all of my adult neighbors were only addressed as Mr. or Mrs. so and so.  Looking back, it just occurred to me that I do not think I even knew their given names.  Didn’t need to I guess.  They had no value to me.

It was a sign of respect my parents said.  Respect for your elders they called it.  Now, I know that age does not automatically bestow respect.  That is up to the individual to earn.  But it didn’t matter whether they were worthy or not.  It wasn’t about that.  It was instead all about whether I had been taught the courtesy of assuming it.  

I guess this is just another of the old school things, along with cursive writing and saying please and thank you that have become obsolete.  I should have seen it coming.  I have never been able to get my wife to call me Mr. 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to Missing Mister

  1. mistermuse says:

    You’ve “never been able to get [your] wife to call [you] Mr.” — but what you left out is, What DOES she call you (or is it too embarrassing to say? 🙂


  2. Out of curiosity, if you were to be addressed online by a younger blogger, in his/her forties or younger, what would you prefer? “Old Mainer” doesn’t seem appropriately respectful!


    • oldmainer says:

      And Mr Oldmainer doesn’t seen to get it either. The blog is such a melting pot of people, ages, and ethnicity, I assume most don’t know much more about me then gender, so addressing me as Oldmainer is acceptable to me. . I normally don’t know how old they are either. When in doubt or if I am aware of an advanced age but not a name, I use Sir.

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  3. I agree and I stop people from calling me by my first name if I don’t know them or they’re at a bank, etc., and I don’t know them. Definitely not something I like.


  4. George says:

    I remember the days you speak about here but it’s a time long gone. Very few remember now and even fewer abide by respectful traditions. But every once in a while someone steps up and makes me smile..:)


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