This is my dad’s dad, Grandpa Jack. He turns 92 today. NINETY-TWO. Holy cow, and no wrinkles. Isn’t he handsome? Happy Birthday, Grandpa! I love you.
He was one of 11 kids and has older brothers still living! Grandpa Jack is the one who told me I’d gained WEIGHT. This picture was taken right before he somehow tripped over his own cane and then beat himself with it.
My mother’s mother, Granny Meadows is having a birthday at the end of the month. She’ll be 96. She’s the last of 10 children, but her brother lived to be 101. With genes like these, I should live forever.
Providing, of course, that my skeleton doesn’t collapse under the weight of my massive body.