Microphone Please ...

I can't help but be impressed whenever I see my grandmother. Here is a woman who was born in 1921 in Buenes Ares Argentina. She is about as coherent as can be and can tell me everything I want to know about my family on my mothers side. My mother was born and grew up till her early 20s in Argentina. Her mother came from Argentina and he Father came from Syria and her mother from Spain. Her husband, My grandfather who passed away some time ago, came from Spain and his family was from Spain and France. She was born during a time of Model T's and cars with rumble seats. She had 3 girls and one boy who are now all living members of my family as aunts and uncles.

Last night I watched an 85 year old woman make my parents dinner. Angel hair pasta with fettuccine and talapia fish in a crunchy kind of Parmesan style batter. Her cooking skills certainly surpass mine. Its interesting to see 4 generations of my family sit in one room from my two girls who are 5 and 11 to their mom to my mom to my grandmother. Needless to say I got plenty of pictures. I couldn't help but say that if I lived to be 85 and was that sound of a mine it would be a major blessing for me. Right now though, I can't begin to imagine living another 40+ more years as I'm 41 now. We shall see.