Phrases I recall are "gentle breezes" (hence the nickname of the station, "Gentle Jesus"), "mild zephyrs" and "smooth wavelets". And all the time it was blowing an absolute hooley on deck and we were rolling on our beam ends. But in the radio room - according to Monsanto - everything was peaceful.
Never regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. Don't worry about old age - it doesn't last.