Posted on 08/04/2015 7:44:41 AM PDT by dware
The secret to making it to 105 years old is apparently a daily dose of alcohol.
Making it five more years, however, means you may have to cut back.
Those are the lessons coming from Agnes Fenton, who turned 110 on Saturday, when she officially became a supercentarian.
Fenton told ABC in an interview for her 105th birthday that she enjoyed three Miller High Life’s and a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue Label scotch every day for nearly 70 years.
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One of my father’s aunts died just one week short of her 105th birthday. As she sipped her daily martini(s), she said that the secret was “moderation in all things, including moderation”. At her 102nd birthday party, she was still walking unassisted. At least, on the way in. ;-)
Here in the Midwest we cut our teeth and initiated our liver damage on Stroh’s. Pabst was brain damage in a bottle.
I say baloney. My late mom’s cousin recently died at 109. She never had a beer in her life. My mom was nearly 103 when she died in 2007. She never had a beer either. According to both, the good Lord had everything to do with their long lives.
That was my uncle Bob’s joke. When I got older, he filled me in on the punchline. LOL. He’s been gone now some 15 years. Thanks for reminding me of a very happy and funny man.
CC
Having spent a lot of time over the years volunteering at nursing homes and retirement centers... you have to be a little skeptical about some of the things really old people tell you.
One time my wife and I took a group that had several ladies who were over 100 on a long trip over the mountains to an event held in Yakima in Eastern Washington. By the end of the day my wife and I were pretty tired out, but I asked the group if they wanted to go back on the freeway or a more scenic route around the back side of Mount Rainier. The all agreed loudly that they wanted to take the scenic route because “you only live once”.
There’s more old drunks than there are old doctors.
“Here in the Midwest we cut our teeth and initiated our liver damage on Stroh’s. Pabst was brain damage in a bottle.”
Never liked beer when I was young. Then at a family reunion in Ohio, I discovered Stroh’s.
My dear grandma died last year. She was 103.
About 35 years ago she went to Scotland and bought a hogs head barrel of Aberlough and let it age there for several years.
They bottled it, numbered them, and also put her name on the label, which I thought was nice.
My family has been drinking the hell outa that stuff ever since.
Not a fan of single malt, but I AM a fan of free booze, so thank you granny. I miss you.
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After dropping the nutcracker worm in the glass of whiskey, and having it shrivel and die in front of their eyes, the minister asked the congregation, “What lesson do we draw here, brothers and sisters?”
And a little old lady up front replied, “Drink enough hootch and you won’t get worms?”
Nutcracker=nightcrawler
!*¡$ing autocorrect!
She must be well off. Johnny Walker Blue is an expensive scotch. From a Shop-rite Liquors ad:
Country: Scotland
Type: Scotch Whisky
Reg. $249.99
On Sale $199.99
There is no such thing as a quality Mexican beer.
I do three shots and a beer every Friday. Maybe I need to re-think my strategy.
I should have included them. I remember when Schlitz was a respectable #3. In those days, the premium beer was Michelob, which cost a ten cent premium on draft at the apizz parlor.
I bet she did. Good for her!
Mmmmm...must be time for lunch. "Miller High Life" gave me a lunch hunger flashback to ice cold Miller long necks and Ludway's burgers.
If she switched to Talisker she’d make 200.
They don’t call it “the water of life” for nothing.
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