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Mine's 101.
Funny story, to me anyway. In 1984 I supported the wrong guy for business agent in my home Ironworker's Local Union, so I had to find another state to work in when my guy lost the election. I went up to north NJ 'cause they had a lot of work. I walked into Local 11 in Newark and went over to sign the list. The assistant BA snatched the book out from under my hand and said, "Who are ya ?"
I told him my name and what local I was from and he said , "Are you on the level ?" I was somewhat taken aback, and I said, "Well yeah !" He said,"Go sit down and I'll focus right in on ya." I sat on the bench for about a week before I got sent out. Ended up working in the Northeast district for some years. Got out of the biz and began tattooing professionally for a couple of decades +.
Few years ago I met a guy from the Newark local who was a member there way back then and knew all of the personalities. I told him what happened with McGrath, the assistant BA. He said, when he told you 'Are you on the level, you should have said 'I'm on the square.' Then he would have said 'How old is your grandma ?' You know the rest. :)
My grandmother died at 97, she didn't smoke or drink.
Her sister, my Aunt Pate, smoked and drank a little, she died at 100 on the nose.
My Aunt Flo, drank like a Viking, smoked three packs of Rothmans a day, until she physically couldn't inhale that many, and cut down to 1 pack, lived to 104. She was a force to be reckoned with, graduated from University at 89.
And Jimmy, was your BA a Mason??
She's 86 and lives in Trenton Tn.
Lost my Grandmother at 92 while I was in Vietnam. She and Grandpa were dry land wheat farmers in Mo. She grew ditch weed (hemp) for the war effort through the early 1940's. They also grew some tobacco. My mother told me that on some summer evenings my Grandmother and a few of the ladies from adjoining farms would sit around in front of the barn and smoke some of the ditch weed and tobacco in their corncob pipes. They also had a touch of shine that one of the ladies would bring with her.
If I take your question right....one grandma is 80 and the other is 501.
Enid 80 and Garfield 501. I'm used to the question being "Are you a traveling man?"
87. We just moved her into a retirement home. She has trouble walking and getting around, but she's still as sharp as a tack!
Can't believe the crap we pulled out of her crawl space..... like bags and bags of...... plastic bags!!! What the hang!!
Since both Grandmas have long since past, one past before I was born, I'm hard pressed to even estimate what their ages would have been today. But since I am now at an age that I know passes where they were when they passed it tends to sober me. Received, just today, a letter from a young Granddaughter asking for ancestral info for a school project she's working on. That, in itself, casts a very sober caul on my current events.
Dad's 87, so if granny would still be alive, 118. Tc
My Grands are all passed-on.
Funny how the old ones are such hoarders. My grandmother on my mom's side had a drawer in which she saved the strings which wrapped the newspapers
I am now tasked with clearing the in-laws house. In their 80's. off to a retirement community, He is in bad health and does not care and she does not remember.
SO much junk. I have filled my 3 yard dumpster 6 times. Tip of the iceberg, I am afraid!
Yesterday, I found a drawer filled with twisty-ties from bread-wrappers............ It gets better! ;)
Yup, and plenty of empty boxes waiting to be used for who knows what. She also had a liquor cabinet stocked for an army. Couldn't believe the stuff we found.
She also had a lot of these things called books??? Not sure what those are used for.
Ha! And here I thought I scored big time. I kept them all!!! I love baking.
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The SAME stuff! Tell ya what. I found Aunt Dirgie's recipes all in a cigar box in the attic. Her husband, 'Cotton' Was in the first Ford dealership in Texas. Knew Henry Ford personally. Got mustard-gassed in WWI.. They got married in '22. Her dad built the house for them soon after.
I cleaned-out their house as-well. Same house until 1998, I think?
Tied-up with a string. Some oooollld recipes!
Coming atcha! :D
Cool! :D I shall go dig the cigar box outa the recycle bin tomorrow. I hate to throw this stuff away. Overwhelmed, I guess.
Nobody is helping me.
I have nowhere to store it, nobody is interested. SO much stuff! Gathering up stuff and asking folks if they want it. Set it by the dumpster and it is gone. DISHES! What's up with all the dishes and generational china and silverware? MY! :eek:
Pictures of people who nobody knows who they are?
Kinda sad.
Royal Doulton figures?
Grandma had many. I got a little bull dog and my girls each got one of a lady.
Dude. The fancy French couples in ceramic and plaster? Seen those? About 50 couples around, I think.
Chickens. a chicken room. Ceramic Chickens and roosters, a sweet pair of chicken lamps.
I have always likened my MIL to Hyacinth on 'Keeping Up Appearances'. Dead-ringer! :rofl2:
I actually found great evidence of past 'Candelight Suppers!' ;)
A few books on how to run a proper Sunday School..........
And as for you, Mr HARRYWALLY, make sure ya toe da line or I'll come up there with a willow switch! There's a few miles left in my arm for teaching purposes.
Sorry there, Richard!
My mom's mother would be taking-up and letting down donated jeans for an old aunt who had taken on her siblings 8 kids for free and would be altering a fancy dress for the doctor's wife the same day.
Outfits for the twirlers at the high-school, curtains for the restaurant. I saw my first couch being reupholstered, first wedding dress being fitted and altered. My first view of a smile on a new bride. Country folks, black and white. Good people.
She never left the house. The best came to her.
I spent many hours watching her. Learning things. Great gal.
I especially loved making the fabric-covered buttons with the cool old press apparatus.
Your affinity for the fabric is not lost upon me. Not to mention the wisdom!
A motto to live by; 'Drink Crown, Fall Down' !
It will happen! :D
We had a willow in our front yard . Had to cut my own switch a few times.
TBH, I thought corporal punishment was a dream! Gimme my licks and let me go!
Worked for as many years as I was with my teachers/administrators.
Given my timeframe, I can count on one hand, make it two, that I have suffered via the principal/coach flogging.
The spankings from the teachers was met by much caterwauling and sympathy! They felt bad about it! :roflmao
Such softies! I did it again!
Got it again! :D
My grandmother was Susan Coxall b: 1863 d 1954
She was born 3 weeks after Lincoln gave that well known speech and died when Menzies was Prime Minister of my country and Ike was President of the USA
When I cleaned the my mother-in-law's basement I found a grapefruit bag full of grapefruit bags. And that was the tip of the iceberg. She also had boxes, lots of boxes, of communion cups she brought home from church, washed, dried and put up for some future need.
Her pantry had a can of Smucker's Tomato Jelly that had expired 10 years before.
back on topic
Both are passed. One would be 120, not sure about the other except she died the day after I was born.
If I was a Mason I couldn't 'legally' spill the beans, but I'm not, and never have been, so I can in good conscience explain to those who think the question is related to their antecedents ........... It's not.
To find out if you are a member of a secret society called the Masons, a stranger will say to you, "Are you on the level ?" You, if you are also a member, will reply, "I'm on the square."
These are terms related to builders, or masons, a level and a framing square. To find out which lodge you belong to the questioner will say, "How old is your grandma ?" and you will give him your lodge number.
"Where does she live?" You'll name the location of the lodge. Keeps the riff-raff out. :shrug:
In other words .......... nobody cares how old your grandma is or was ........... :gaah:
The ring I wear on my right pinky...
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Well now I feel like a dolt.
Na, You are no dolt, Andrew. Just not a Mason, that's all!
So let's leave the secret handshake alone, eh? :nono:
Still was a fun thread! :rofl2:
My grandmother (still alive one grandmother on my father's side) 91. It was October 26.
When my family and I came to congratulate her on her birthday, we had a surprise. :dropjaw:
She was done cutting in the garden three old trees. Uprooted stumps and roots. All neatly cut and stacked firewood.:D Oh, my God. She said that she was bored sitting in the house.
When I was on the square, it was "how old is your mother?" Which obviously relates to your mother lodge. In my case it was 2869! :)
edit: both my grandmothers lived well into their 90's.