This past Sunday Waylon met his great-great grandmother. She is 95 years old; my mom’s mom’s mom and one of the first women in American history to go to college. Or more importantly, one of the first women in American history to go to college and actually graduate.
Grandmom held him as best she could (he is very squirmy) and noted that he is very handsome (he is). We tried to take a 5 generation picture, but despite much cooing and coaxing, baby was just not in the mood.
What must it be like to live for almost 100 years? To live through multiple wars, depressions, death, disease, natural disasters, changes in government, changes in civil and women’s rights, changes in everything.
I have not lived long enough yet to adequately comprehend aging, though listening to her talk about having a baby seventy years ago did give me some perspective. One might argue she has been blessed with the health and strength to live this long, yet most often my heart aches for her losses; a husband, a daughter, friends, independence, a world without housing developments and rampant technology.
At one point Grandmom said in a very quiet, matter-of-fact way, “This is a different world.”
I think that about sums it up.