Generations

Here's a picture of Asher with his great-great grandma. She turned 100 this February so they are a century apart in age. Ella is my father's father's mother and is still living on her own, playing three card games a week. Bridger was pretty amazed by her and after a few minutes of asking her questions, he looked thoughtfully at her and said, "you have a tiny head". She just chuckled and we all tried to hold in the laughter. Believe it or not, Ella's not the oldest relative I've known. On my mother's side we've had several over 100. My great-great aunt Mabel died in 2000 at the ripe old age of 111. She was born in 1889, came across to Nebraska in a covered wagon and had lived in a sod house as a child. She then lived to see cars, planes, computers--even bought herself her first microwave at the age of 90. I'm not so sure I want to spend as many years on the earth as these ladies, but if I do, I hope I can pull it off as well as them.