June 01, 2009

They Need to Bottle it and Sell It

Sunday we were at a party for Son#4. His parents had a small graduation party. It was SO nice... and even though our boys have just graduated from 8th grade, it was a nice transition party. It was a small get together signifying his moving into more of a manhood role.

Son#4 is a great kid. My boys think of him as a brother and during the car ride home, they were already plotting what they were going to do with him this summer.

My husband and I were cracking up.

But what this post is really about is my girlfriend's parents.

Genetics are an amazing thing. Her Dad is 87 years old and was in Patton's 3rd Army, Infantry.

What are you picturing? Seriously, be honest with yourself. I said 87, WWII vet, what did you picture?

Slight man? Elderly. Moving slow. Gaunt maybe? Hard of hearing? Glasses? Maybe slightly stooped?

Folks, the man has found the frickin' Fountain of Youth. I joke with him and her Mom that they don't let the grass grow under their feet. They are snowbirds and have a job at both places.

They go North, get settled, and Boom!, the next day he's up early and out at his job at the Golf Course. They come back here, get settled, and Boom!, the next day he's up early and out at his job at the Golf Course.

There is no tremor in his voice, no volume issues that can come with aging. He walks with an assuredness of someone 40 or 50 years old. He's built strong as an ox still, his skin is amazing, and I swear to you, the man does not look a frickin' day over 60.


Sixty. The way he moves, talks, carries himself... there are no hearing issues, vision issues, or any memory issues that are obvious to me, although if you ask his wife she may say otherwise.

I am absolutely astounded. I love talking to him because he's so extroverted and full of energy.

He told my husband yesterday that two years ago he noticed he doesn't have the strength he had. Built like a bull, the man had to be strong as hell in his youth, he said it is frustrating to see something he wants to pick up... but can't.

That happened at... 85.

And lest you think his wife is just withering away... NO. My husband and I were just discussing her as well. Her too, I'd put in her 60s. She keeps up with him, and although I know she's had more health issues, if you told me she was 79 (I think she is now... she is a bit younger), I too would tell you, "NO WAY."

And I attribute it to a couple things. They have always taken care of themselves, they are active, and damn, they got good genes!

Posted by Boudicca at June 1, 2009 06:12 AM

I had an uncle who was just like that. I remember he was talking about how he just couldn't keep up with the younger guys on the golf course - it took him twice as many shots to get to the green than it took them. I looked at him and asked if it was those pesky 70 year olds - and he just nodded his head. He was probably 92 at the time.

Posted by: Tina at June 1, 2009 11:48 PM

Wow - that's wonderful! :)

Posted by: Richmond at June 2, 2009 12:52 PM

The secret is to keep moving - although good genes help too - LOL. What a wonderful example!

Here is a picture of Mary Pilates in a class - she's 87 and still works out daily. (neice of Joe Pilates)


She is (of course) second from the right.

BTW - I am in awe - I have trouble at times keeping my legs straight doing that - it's very tough on the quads! (among every other muscle group - I've even gotten foot cramps doing that exercise - LOL)

Posted by: Teresa at June 3, 2009 10:38 PM