My grandmother, who still lives alone, is 103 today.
Granted, her kids take turns coming over to help with housecleaning, but she still cooks for herself. When I was home in the summer, she wanted to talk politics. She votes every election and is very adamant about doing so. It makes sense, I mean, she was alive before sufferage.
When we were home over Christmas, Rob and I took Mom’s turn cleaning (since Mom was prepping for dinner for 24). Grandma asked us to make certain that we got things put back in the same place, if we had to move them. Rob vacuumed the living room and went off to do another room. When he came back into the living room, Grandma was moving her chair. This is not a little wood thing. This is a wingback recliner. My 103 year old grandmother was shoving it back into place and wouldn’t let him help her.
I so hope I have those genes.
To celebrate, I thought I would share this collection of photography from a book called, Living in Three Centuries : The Face of Age.
Tags: family, Grandma, Happy Birthday, Journal
What an awesome lady!
Happy Birthday to your grandma! That’s awesome! I think everyone should be lucky enough to have a few ass-kicking old ladies in their lives. One of my last memories of my grandma is her, in her 80’s and ravaged by all kinds of health conditions you don’t want to know about- I had flown back east to see her, because we all knew we had to say our farewells.
Well, she started cooking me dinner, dragging her oxygen tank behind her all the time. I got up and tried to stop her, or at least help, or something, and she SLAPPED MY HAND!! I was a guest in her house, and God DAMN if I was going to lift a finger while that was the case. She died two weeks later, but what an amazing lady.
Tell your grandma I said hi; what a lady.
Your grandmother sounds like she was cut from the same cloth as mine.
Shortly before Grandma’s 100th birthday when asked why she had lived so long, she said, “The lord puts everyone on the earth for a purpose and I guess I haven’t done mine yet. I’d better get busy.”
Hooray and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
It’ll be another one for you soon enough…
Rob related the incident to us about grandmother Jackson putting her chair back in it’s proper place. He said that the chair she was repositioning to it’s correct spot weighed more than she did!
I’d say that was probably true.
In the spirit of the feisty elderly- I remember my grandmother, at about 90, asking for ice cream moments after rejecting the offer of some. When she caught me giving her a look, she replied, “I can change my mind whenever I like, that’s why God made me a woman!”
Many happy returns of the day to your lovely Grandmother!
Ha! She sounds like she was a riot.