If you never go to another blog I recommend, I beg you to follow my link to this one. I only found it a little too late. The World's Oldest Known Blogger died today. Her name was Olice Riley. She made her last post from a nursing home on June 26, 2008. I thought it would be interesting to see, so when my wife told me of it, I scoured the web til I found it. I was not disappointed by the effort. I sat here reading her last post and thought of my own Grandmother, 94 and counting. I have spent many hours sitting at her feet, or lying in a twin bed next to her begging for one more story. I remember many nights as a child that she would pretend to go to sleep in the middle of a story she was telling her. I would gently shake her and ask her if she was asleep. After one particular visit, at the age of 8, I went home and matter-of-factly started packing up my clothes. When my mother entered my room and asked what I was doing, I tearfully explained that she had dad and did not need me. I was going to live with Grandmother becuase she did not have anybody!
Again, I encourage you to seek out these stories and preserve them so that we may all share in the knowledge of age! Please join me in celebrating Olive, the example we can only hope to follow!
Monday, July 14, 2008