...well, that's what I would have titled
this article....
Here's a sample:
Arthur Rubenstein -- One of the greatest pianists of the twentieth century played his last concert at the age of 89, only after his sight began to fail. And even then he continued to teach master classes until shortly before his death at age 95.
Grandma Moses -- A renowned American folk artist who began painting in her seventies after abandoning a career in embroidery because of arthritis. Instead of allowing herself to be pushed into the nearest bone yard, as Dr. Emanuel would have prescribed, she began her new career. She lived to be more than 100 and in those thirty years produced 3600 canvases. A work she painted in 1943, "Sugaring Off," was sold for $1.2 million in 2006.
Oh, and I love this one:
Venus Ramey, aged 82, balanced on her walker and fired her handgun to shoot out an intruder's tires. Ramey, who had been winner of the 1944 Miss America pageant, confronted the man on her Kentucky farm and disabled his vehicle so he couldn't escape.
The point of the article is "just because you're old doesn't mean you're worthless"-- sad that it has to be said, but when you have folks who want to spend most of the nation's healthcare dollars on folks under 40 (!!!) then it really does need to be said.
3 comments:
About 3 years ago, everyone in town could tell stories about talking to a 102-year-old man. The guy had a very effervescent personality and sharp mind. He walked with a stride and not a shuffle, and he walked without walkers, canes, etc.
He would walk right up to a stranger (me) and say, "I bet you can't guess how old I am." That was the beginning of his conversations with complete strangers.
I met him in a Sherwin Williams store while he was shopping for a can of spray paint (I hope he wasn't planning on tagging a car or something). Shortly after his standard "stranger meeting" conversation started, where I, in normal fashion, refused to guess his age, he produced his driver's license. Yes, he had a driver's license at the age of 102, and yes, it provided proof of his age.
He told me he had a twin brother who died at the tender age of 76 or somewhere near that, I forget. But his brother died in his mid-70s. And he had a reason his brother died at such a young age. The reason? His brother smoked cigars for 60 years and drank alcohol. Because his brother refused to treat his body as a temple, as the Bible demands, his brother died young.
The 102-year-old man was as sharp as a tack. He didn't have the 80-year-old shuffle. He didn't have old-fart walking gear. He hadn't lost his license due to deteriorating skills.
With this person in mind, I am wholly in agreement with Foxfier's assessment of the ObamaCare socialist "passive euthanasia" plan. And this is one area where Catholics and Protestants can agree (insider info, (possibly) easily found by following secondary or tertiary links from this site (and, for once, I'm not trying to direct to my own site (but it does direct to something I wrote))).
What a great post! I absolutely love it. My 84-year-old father is still painting wonderful pictures and my 79-year-old mother still turns out award-winning flower designs. What a great celebration of the wiser folks among us.
Dang skippy!
My papa didn't even start on his cooler metalworking until he was in his fifties, and Doc Roberts retired from being a doctor for the Raiders before she moved to my home valley and started being the coolest doctor I've ever met. (including trips to the Congo every couple of years!)
For that matter, grandma was still doing reporting into her 80s.
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