In his 80's my grandfather could outwork any HS kid in his small town. The Dr's put a pacemaker in about 82/83 and he complained he could feel it moving in his chest when he ran to the barn (about 1/4 mile). He had a piece of pipe hung under the pole shed at his shop to do pull-up. When he was 84 he did a double flip off the top of a hay truck when it hit a terrace. Landed on his neck. We ran him to the larger small town hospital and the X-ray machine was broken and would be a week before they got parts. They put him in traction. After 2 days of that he said thats enough and told them to unhook him he was going home. He passed at 96 of a broken heart from grandmother passing and having to move off his place to Houston.
Born in 1896, he told stories of driving a Stutz Bearcat on the only single lane blacktop around, seeing an airplane for the first time, when he was a kid driving a wagon load of logs to town and having to pull a SA Colt on a man that tried to hit a crippled friend with a shovel, his dad was the local "Marshall" and the locals had to have a meeting with the guy to correct his attitude. He was in his 70's when he took his first plane ride.
I think of him and miss every day.
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