Welcome to the Sixties!
An all-steel 1911 is actually a quite good older-folks’ handgun. Steel damps recoil. The 1911 design has a low bore axis, compared to some notable modern pistols. The .45 ACP is a relatively slow-to-accelerate cartridge, so, all else being equal, not very “snappy.” The Govt-sized pistols, at least, have recoil springs that are relatively easy for aging hands to work against, to run the slide.
At age 61, I still like the 1911. A 1911 was my first handgun, at age 21. I may go to visit a nice 1911, tomorrow, and do some laying-away and/or gun-tradin’. The 1911 is a “lifetime gun.” When able able to dress in a way that allows me to wear an OWB holster with a bit of drop, I will still carry a 1911, on occasion. (Range-of-motion issues in my right shoulder can complicate drawing longer pistols from an IWB holster, or a high-riding OWB holster.) The way our region is experiencing “interesting times,” since early 2020, and particularly this year, have me wanting to dress around larger pistols, even if it means I must sweat more, in this Gulf Coastal Plain heat and humidity.
Due to the long-developed “point-ability” hard-wired into my brain and CNS, I like the 1911 for times when darkness or other conditions complicate using the sights. Once upon a time, while shooting a duty pistol qual, the front sight flew away from the slide of my Colt Commander. I kept shooting, and passed the qual, out to 25 yards. Of course, “pointability” is an individual thing. Others’ experiences with 1911 “pointabilty” may vary.
Little guns? Compact Nines? Not for me. They hurt to shoot, starting in my early fifties. I have aged-into favoring bigger guns.