Hamilton_Honey
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The oldest people I have known personally were my great-grandparents. They both kept going strong into their 90s and were bright-minded til the end.
My current oldest person is a new friend I just made here in Arizona. His name is George (same as my great grandfather!) and he was born in 1920, which makes him 89 this month. I have a date with him this Saturday to attend the Christmas dinner and awards at the brand new fire house here in town - he was a fire-fighter for a while after he moved here from Iowa.
I just had lunch with George yesterday while we were running some errands together and he told me about an incident in his childhood that was dramatically shaping. His mother was Apache and his father German - he doesn't know how they met, but when he was growing up, his father became a terrible alcoholic and unfortunately he took it out on his wife. One day his father came home drunk and started in on George's mother, so he went into the other room and got the rifle, cocked and aimed at his dad and said not to hit his mother again or he'd just as soon kill him. Apparently that was the last time that ever happened. George was around 12 or 13 at the time he says - I say that was a mighty scary and brave thing to do for such a young man.
I have to keep on my toes around George - he is really sharp and a terrible tease. He can really get me going
My current oldest person is a new friend I just made here in Arizona. His name is George (same as my great grandfather!) and he was born in 1920, which makes him 89 this month. I have a date with him this Saturday to attend the Christmas dinner and awards at the brand new fire house here in town - he was a fire-fighter for a while after he moved here from Iowa.
I just had lunch with George yesterday while we were running some errands together and he told me about an incident in his childhood that was dramatically shaping. His mother was Apache and his father German - he doesn't know how they met, but when he was growing up, his father became a terrible alcoholic and unfortunately he took it out on his wife. One day his father came home drunk and started in on George's mother, so he went into the other room and got the rifle, cocked and aimed at his dad and said not to hit his mother again or he'd just as soon kill him. Apparently that was the last time that ever happened. George was around 12 or 13 at the time he says - I say that was a mighty scary and brave thing to do for such a young man.
I have to keep on my toes around George - he is really sharp and a terrible tease. He can really get me going