I remember waiting for the year 1984 to happen and it did. I was then 38 years old and George Orwell’s book was published in 1949 so how could he know. Big Brother was an idea, but he is here, in the shape of computers and watching us all.
In the meanwhile I have moved onto 2018 and time has literally flown past. 1984 was long ago, but I remember as a youngster thinking of the year 2000. I would count the years and I realised that I would then be 54 years old, that was then old. And so the year 2000 came and went and I am still here in 2018, aged 72. In the meanwhile many I knew have moved on. My mum already in the 20th century and dad in 2016, yes he become a centenarian.
Tomorrow will be 2019 and so time goes on. What does the future hold for me, for mankind? All I know is that there are too many familiar names I see as I take a walk through the local cemetery.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
This post hit home for me. I was kind of dreading this year. My mother had died from cancer when she was my age. So many great strides in cancer treatment made it possible for me to pass that age and breathe a sigh of relief that I had ‘made it’….whatever that means. But for me it had been hanging over my head this whole year. I hope we continue to find new methods of curing all illnesses.
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And my mother died at the same age as I am now and I often had the same thoughts. It was sudden, a heart attack, but she was not healthy and had various medical problems, but she refused to see a doctor. I will never know what her illness was. So now I am 72 years old and dad was 100 years and 7 months when he left us. I have made it so far, and I can so understand your dilemma. Let us look forward to the next year.
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Funny. I was thinking about that last night — my mom was 76 when she died. Since what killed her were her own habits, I don’t get a lot of information from that. And my dad was 45 when he died. I decided it’s best to just take each day as it comes and do what I love whenever possible since that’s really all I can do. ❤ And you are very good at that, Mrs. Anglo-Swiss
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They are thoughts that often cross my mind. Mum passed away and it was a heart attack, the second she had. At the moment my days are filled with shopping and looking after the household, although in between I do get some me time. I am now taking over stuff that Mr. Swiss used to handle. It is like going back to school again, but it does me good and proves that I can still do it. He is doing fine actually, but we all get old and he is no longer as active as he was.
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Many of my family lived into their 90s and one, like your dad, lived to be 100. I don’t want that, but I don’t think I have any say in it. It’s been very interesting to me that as I have gotten to this point in life, I’m — like you — tasked to learn a new way of living. I had no idea and it’s pretty cool, actually. I like this moment in my life now that I’m not in excruciating pain all the time. I plan to savor every day because I know how things go. ❤
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and i am driving a car again and enjoying it
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That’s just so cool. I remember how you never wanted to drive again, you didn’t trust yourself, and so on.
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I don’t know how it happened, but I was suddenly in themiddle of it all and just had to carry on. Mr. Swiss crashed our car completely and i bought a new one, everything in my name so I took it from there
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I remember thinking when Halley’s comet came I would be 39 … which seemed incredibly old because I think I was 12. And I remember thinking that when the World’s Fair came to New York, I could go on my own because I’d be 16 in college … and indeed, we used to date at the World’s Fair. Everyone ate Belgian Waffles and it was magical. Whatever happened to World’s Fairs?
And so, one year segues into another and I’m turning 72 in a couple of months and Garry will be 77 and the world is still turning. Happy New Year to you and Marcel and let’s hope this is a better one!
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It all seemed so far in the distance then, and this year Mr. Swiss will be 80. it’s been a difficult year for both of us and not so easy adjusting to new situations. I didn’t think i would buy a new car at the age of 72 and even enjoy driving it. My biggest problem is not to fall down, which you also know only too well. But we just carry on. At least blogging is accident free. Often think of you both across the pond and hope that this year will be as good as it gets
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My father died at 87 as did his father. They were both heavy drinkers. My mother will be 100 in May and going nowhere anytime soon thank you very much. So I dunno. A year ago next weekend will be the first anniversary of my first serious fall in life, separated my shoulder, spent much of last spring bound up from the waist to the neck so that the surgery would heal, which it has. That taught me about my limitations. I never thought I would live to be 68, but I blew through that one last August, and now onto 70 and collecting this social security in our country. I thought with Reagan and Brezhnev and all that with nuclear missiles…. that we would be long gone by now. But here we are. Life goes on … as the Beatles song says ….
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What surprises me is how old age can affect your life, some are luckier than others I suppose. Mr Swiss ancestors also lived long lives, and I have a few relations. that broke records. My great grandmother was 91 when she passed away in 1911 which was quite an achievement in those days. She was the last Huguenot in our family by direct descent.
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Oh my goodness. Huguenots are french descent is that correct?
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Yes. Our great grandmother’s maiden name was Camroux and many Huguenots fled to our part of London, the East End, to escape the persecution in France because they were protestants.
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