Jan 14th my Daddy's Birthday

Automobiles of Art

This is a 1903 Ford, the year my dad was born,.  Below is a Ford 1972 Grand Torino ,  new when he died.

Now:
Jan. 14, my dad would be 116 today. He always joked he was 3 days older than me.
I haven't reached 80 yet.  It is a sobering thought. Two of my siblings died in their first year. Five of us survived. Dad was older than mom, born 1903 and mama in 1905. Sherry knows exactly when my brothers and sisters were born. I just know the order of births.

The sobering thought is I am the one left out of the total of nine. My family has died in order of age. I am left. Shirley, who passed last spring was 82, was known for saying, “I want everyone to know, I was not born this age, I was a teenager once.”  If I reach 83 I will have out lived my entire family and be the oldest living person in Frank and Grace Darnell’s family. I am not saying I will live to be 83, life teaches ‘Don’t try to outguess life and death.’

I have always heard that wisdom comes with age, I am not sure that is true. I find myself doing the ‘unwise’ at times. I wrote a book once entitled, ‘Gracefully Grasping for Dignity’,  I was in my early 70s.  I need to read that again.

I really do not want to bore you with the age problems but I am learning that having too much stuff can be overwhelming. God has blessed Sherry and I more than we could have dreamed. We basically had nothing. We had a car I had wrecked  (bashed in the driver’s side). We received no inheritance to speak of, Sherry worked, I worked.

Now it is time to think of how to make the transition from houses and land owners to ‘just me ‘n you, a car and a place to live.’ I can see it might be complicated. I am not complaining at all. But at present it is a problem, although a nice one to have compared to what we could have.  Our parents did not have these complications.  ;-)

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