My grandmother was born in 1887 in the mountains of Norway and died in 1985. She always said she live through the most fast-paced time in human history of unbelievable change. I would tend to agree. Especially from her vantage point of growing up in rural Norway and reaching old-age in American Suburbia.
My mom is 94 and still kicking and a better memory than me, is also very interesting to talk with. We visited over the summer and took a tour of her old haunts. At her grade school playground she said in the rare sighting of an airplane they would shout “Lucky Lindy” and sing some song they made up and would pretend to fly.
And now we have robots digging dirt on Mars and guys parachuting from space!
That's nothin'.
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.