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Yes, my great-grandmother lived to 100 and my aunt will be 100 this November. She is the granddaughter of the former whose parents were from Germany. My great-grandmother was born in Leavenworth in 1860. Boy, did she see a lot of changes in society and with technology.
No, I've known & met lots & lots of ninety-plus year old people, but no-one that ever made it to a hundred. It's just the luck of the draw, I'm sure, but if you're approaching a certain age, there's no hard feelings if you'd rather not make my acquaintance.
My great grandmother lived to be 104 and was alive in three different centuries. She always said the key to a long life is Godiva chocolate!
Forty-one years ago, at the Paddington-Woollahra Returned Servicemen's League club in Sydney, a 102-year-old Aussie veteran of the Boer War (1899-1902). He was in good form, whiskey in fist, accompanied by a mate, well in his 90s, a WWI vet.
I've been lucky enough to meet several people who lived to 100 years old and older. Listen to them carefully because they tell the most amazing stories. They lived what we only read about.
Had a grandfather on my father's side and grandmother on my mother's each lived to 100.
Met a golden lab that lived to be 147, but that was in dog years.
My husband's great aunt turned 101 on Monday. Go Aunt Sue!
I knew a woman who was born in 1886. I met her in 1980, so she was only in her 90s, and I only spent time with her for a couple of months, but I do believe she managed to reach the century mark before she died. I was only 17 or 18 at the time and didn't usually think ahead much, but even I was aware that the chances of my ever meeting anyone with an earlier birthdate were slim to none.
She was a southerner by birth, from Knoxville, Tennessee, and her daddy was a bigwig on one of the railroads. She got to go to the White House once, as a cute little girl, and meet the President (McKinley, I think) and sit on his lap. She had a few sisters and a handsome older brother that she adored. ("My, how we idolized him!")
I heard a few of her stories back then, but if I'd had a grain of sense, I would have sat down with her every day and listened to everything she could possibly recall about her life.
These comments remind me: Where did I read of the 100-plus-year-old man who was asked about the secret to his long life? His answer was the best ever: "I like it here." Hahahahahaha!!! I hope I get to use that myself, someday!
My next door neighbor is 103!
Get this; had an aunt that not only lived to 103 years, but lived in 3 centuries ( 1800's, 1900's and 2000's) and 2 millenniums (1,000's and 2,000's) Born in 1898, died in 2002.
Talk to me in 40 years.
No. But I hope to meet all of you when I turn 100
I had a great geat geat grandfather that lived to be 105. I believe he died in 1945 and was a veteran of the civil war. The story told was that things weren't so great for him after 100, he went both deaf and blind.
I suppose other than that, maybe 99 seems to be the limit. Although, it was not for quite a few decades that I realized that it's quite unusual for someone to remember all four of their grandparents and four of their great grandparents, as I did.
100 years?, that's a long time to live. I'll settle for 91.
Quite a few. Worked at a nursing home back in the day. I'll settle for living long enough to watch the grands (all of them) graduate college, get married and have their first child.
My great-grandfather was born in 1879, lived to be 97 and moved to the nursing home when he was 95. He was still capable of living on his own but wanted to be around people somewhat near his age because he was a bit lonely. He had outlived his wife, all of his siblings, in-laws, cousins, and friends. Year after he died the first of his children died.
Living to be 100 isn't something I aspire to.
My aunt Hazel live to be 103. Was writing a book when she passed.
Very true. It's more about the life in your years rather than the years in your life.
My grandmother lived to be 108 in Ottawa. She was alert to the last day, worked hard on her weaving, listening to the radio (talking books), and got outside to plant new plants almost until she was 108. Her name was Grace, and she really lived up to that name. She wove quilts and gave them away to people in the community until almost her last day, and she had great independence of mind. Often when I was at KU I came over to visit and stay over night, and I always enjoyed my visits very much. Lawrence
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