My late mother, Letty Evans, wrote about her life for many years, so her legacy of writings goes back to the early 1900s. This blog features her writings, not always in chronological order. Edits, including some of my own comments and memories, appear in italics.
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Letty lived from August 27th, 1913, to December 24th, 2014.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
MY VIEW #42 - Blue Zones
When you reach old age, 90 plus, sometimes you look back and wonder, "How come?" Everyone else in my birth family is gone, only one remains.
Part of the book I made for Mom on her 100th Birthday. She looked so happy that day.
We five children had a happy home, good education and loving parents. What contributes to having only one of seven family members reach 90s? Is it inherent, is it diet, is it where we work, what kind of work, or is it just luck? No-one in my family, generations back, reached 90. I was the third child, two before me and two after me, and I was the one who spent a lot of time sick in bed.
A programme on TV tonight, on this subject of old age, set me down again with pen and paper. I am interested too about the "Blue Zones" where many people are living to be 100 years plus. Not that I am that ambitious, far from it, I am ready to go any time (after June,) if it is my destiny.
Along the way, in my 93 years 5 months, I hope I helped some people, left a smile on a few faces, and never been greedy in word or action. I just kept getting well, worked hard dressmaking, faced adversity, and lived a quiet sort of life for my husband and family. A lot of laughter is a positive ingredient to a long life. Never let it be said, "She never cracked a smile."
January 25, 2007
PS: I hope you get a laugh out of this issue?
I inserted a link to a Blue Zones research project.
Although Mom had four siblings, one died at eight weeks of age, too young to have a happy home or good education. It was always curious to me that she always included the dead sister as part of her family, although the child died before Mom was born.
My brother and I never imagined that Mom would live as long as she did. Truly, she was ill often, and hospitalized at least once a year, which I thought was normal until I grew up. Why did she survive? All her siblings smoked, and Mom never did. She probably had a happier life than they, and was not carrying a burden of terrible secrets that her sister did for years. But I think she's partly right; it has to be luck to some extent, and good medical care.