My grandpa turned 96 today.
A farm boy at heart, the perfect picture of what they call farm boy strong. He’s still got a vice grip handshake, stubborn as a mule (even though he says Grandma is the one that is just a stubborn old German), cuts his lawn, rakes his leaves and shovels his own snow (and my parents too if they don’t get up early enough to beat him to it)
He visits Coach his buddy (and my dog) daily, goes outside to throw the ball for her, picks up the yard of her droppings, picks up the apples that have fallen off the big tree in the yard, takes out the garbage, and organizes whatever else he seems to think needs organizing.
We try to keep him off the ladders, he’s not quite as steady as he use to be…but that doesn’t necessarily stop him.
“Gotta keep-a-goin” is his phrase when he’s telling you everything he does in day.
He tells stories of his 75 year old neighbors in wheel chairs…
Arthritis provides a little limp, and no one, including him, can really tell if its in his knee or hip…not that he’s actually ever had it checked out.
Why share this with you.
Well there aren’t to many to make it as far as he has, and not that he has many words of advice, but here are some simple observations from my time with Gramps which seem to have lead to a pretty full life for him:
Read (even if it is just the obits-the first page he turns to in the newspaper)
Watch the old movies and study history
Get out and socialize
Take time to play with the dog
And…
Always keep-a-goin’
Happy Birthday Gramps!
























