My grandmother celebrated her centennial on Friday. It isn’t precisely eleventy-one years, but it is an impressive span nonetheless. And she is still chugging along.
MBW, the HA, and I jetted off from Casa Lizzi to San Diego. We shared a rented house in the SD suburb of La Mesa with my mother and sister.
I accompanied my mother and sister on a visit to the beach on Coronado Island.
MBW and the HA took in the San Diego Zoo.
Friday we all visited the nearby Mount Helix park to absorb the view.
Afterwards we joined much of the extended Lizzi clan for the matriarch’s festivities.
A century. One hundred years. Just take a moment to consider the changes my grandmother has seen, the events she has observed unfold over her lifetime. 1924 was only six years removed from the end of the Great War. The Great Depression hadn’t yet occurred. Prohibition was nearing its midpoint. The Model T Ford had still three more years of production. And then came WWII, the American economic boom, social upheaval, Vietnam, the moon landing, the oil crisis, the smashing 80’s, and so on. Quite a colorful hundred years of history to live through, triumph and tragedy, high drama and farce, history’s pageantry and pathos.
Thinking about it is enough to make one wish for some light entertainment. May I suggest the Semi-Autos and Sorcery series? (Look, I don’t have a publicist. I have to shill my wares personally.)
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Very cool! What a blessing to your family.
My paternal side regularly makes it into their 90s. My grandad’s oldest brother spent the morning of his centennial building a quarter-mile of fence. He died at the age of 103.
Life goal: not dying.