Sorry for the color version posting late. I hope the early readers enjoyed the unadulterated, underestimated, lovely B&W version.
You know at least one of those folks, right? The ones that make you think you’d really like to live as long and as well as they have?
On that note, I have to say that Mr. Lee was that guy for me. He stood around and met the students coming into my kids’ elementary/middle school. I figured he was in his 70’s maybe. Then I found out he had been at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He was in his late 90s when he died, but up until that last year and after a serious surgery, he was fit and engaged and very much there with us. Amazing.
Mr. Lee, you were amazing for so many reasons. Tip of my hat, sir.
Him, and my buddy Kevin William’s grandfather. I never met him, but I like Kev’s stories about him. It’d be nice if stories like that were told of us, right? I think my stories are going to be more like, “Yeah, he could draw, but by the end, there, he was a’scribblin’ all over the walls of his padded cell and he couldn’t tell ya the days of the week nor nothin’. Still did nice caricatures, though. Like a machine, or somethin’.”
Just adding it to some uncolored pages you’ve given us in the past to make my own Hubris coloring book. 🙂
My paternal grandfather made it to 107. With all his own teeth. He went to the dentist for the first and only time in his life at 104, to have a wisdom tooth out that was bothering him. My hubby’s side, his maternal side, all those ladies make it into their mid 90’s to low 100+ with their minds still sharp as a tack. His maternal grandmother, 103; all his aunts and his mom, between 90 (surgery complication) to average 97-98….
When I read this I hadn’t scrolled down yet to see that color was gonna be added and I thought it was one of those I’m so old I was born before the world was in color jokes.
My father did an 80 mile bike ride on his 80th birthday. He’s still riding 6 years later. With his knees, though, he’d never survive a marathon. He’d still volunteer to pose for photos, anyway.
I HEARD about them but sincerely can’t say I ever met one. And I certainly won’t count my idiot dad since his “way of doing sport”
But hey GREAT FOR HER )
I dunno. My GM decided to go out and paint the house in her 90s. I shake my head in disbelief
I’ll add to it. She got the Shingles. So let’s go out and paint the house. I was in Europe when she did this and was just in dismay…
I feel as old as that today.. without the health and fitness..
This reminds me of the old joke about the TV reporter interviewing the 110 year old man. He asked what he attributed his long life to. The man replied he never drank or smoked, ate healthy and exercised daily. Just then they heard a crash from another room. The reporter asked what that was. The man put his head in his hands and said, “Oh Lord, Grandpa must be drunk again.”