One last grandmother post today. This is her the 1920’s.
I told my grandmother all the kind things people posted about her, and she was very grateful. I told her people wanted to know her secret – and she laughed. She said: “If you wake up in the morning and you’re still breathing, then you’re alive.” After a “gee, thanks!” I realized that pretty much is her secret. She has outlived her husband and both of her children. She has lived through wars, the Depression, and the passing of all thirteen of her siblings. But she wakes up every day, and says thank you for another day. No matter what happens to her, she knows she is still alive and appreciates that.
She always lived in the moment. Never suntanned, or smoked. Always looked to the enjoying of life. I remember coming home from school one day when I was about 6 and finding her in a couture dress with a mink over it, hair and make-up done, with full jewelry. She had set the table for tea, made little cakes and cookies for us, and sat down to tea as if she were the Queen. She did things like that for us. Worked when it was time to work, and then played when it was time to play.
And that, my friends, is not at all a bad recipe for living to 100.