tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409366391759971866.post2041839267444713372..comments2023-01-23T15:36:14.711-08:00Comments on Cloro: Age is just a numberClorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06177046455525466980noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409366391759971866.post-85565005499791187312015-06-04T03:41:32.105-07:002015-06-04T03:41:32.105-07:00My great aunt, Emma, is this type of person. She ...My great aunt, Emma, is this type of person. She has been widowed for most of my life having lost her second husband to cancer (my grandfather's brother died well before my birth). She has lived as the family Matriach in Belton in her family home alone and comfortably so. When I was a child and when MY children visit her, the discussion is always about the child in the room. "What do you see? What are you doing?" Later when we were old enough to follow the adult conversation, she would invite us into the conversation, "What do you think about what was said?" Endlessly fascinated and fascinating. <br />She was a "stroller". We would all afternoon around a quarter acre garden or the koi pond or the cow field as she would talk about her world. It was always simple and never about what she had but who she had seen and talked to. <br />I wonder about the common experience of childhood or early adulthood in the depression. Simplicity of life. Joy in relationships not in things. Not caught up in competition but collaboration to make everyone happy.<br />Maybe it is time for another trip to Belton. Emma is 93 and still looks 70.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671818278291761212noreply@blogger.com