My great aunt was born in Texas and the only time I met her was when I was about 10 in 1950. She died on the east coast where she had gone to live with her daughter when she was 89. There was an article in the paper, her son in law said “when mom came to lived with us she was 89, I said to myself how long can it be?”
I was told that until she turned 113 she could climb stairs and do a little sewing. She was an amazing woman.