Me: "Really dad? Did she (meaning my mother) make you call up your sister?" (My father doesn’t like telephones and avoids them as much as possible.)
My father: "She did."
Me: "And. How was Aunt Gertrude?"
My father: "Judging by her voice she’s getting old."
Me: "Remind me. How old is Aunt Gertrude?"
My father: "104"
my father (89) and his sister Gertrude.
The thing I hate most about people getting old is that they drag everyone else along with them.
ReplyDeleteDear Stephen: if you don't want to get older... I could offer you some solutions ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm never getting old. I decided.
ReplyDeleteYour picture's not working for me. I'd love to see them.
ReplyDeleteHow can an 89 yr old telephone a 104 yr old?
Can they still hear each other without an ear trumpet?
And can the 89 yr old still see enough to dial or punch in the numbers?
If the answer to both questions is 'yes', congratulations all round.
Mere children , the pair of them .
ReplyDeleteI can't see the picture either, but this line makes me laugh: "Judging by her voice she’s getting old."
ReplyDeleteAnd imagine . . . your mother can make your father call his sister...! Dad must be quite mellow; most 89-year-olds would have become far more stubborn than that, wouldn't they have?
Great story! Good for both of them!
ReplyDeleteSounds like some of my conversations with my mum!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't see the picture either.