When we would visit the Chinook we would go sit outside on the front step and sneak a few flowers from the huge bleeding hearts there. They dangled so temptingly that they were irresistible to pick. I have always loved this flower.
Granny was flown back east to visit her 2 daughters - both too old and ill to be flown west to see her for the celebration! It was very cool to be related but it didn't cut any special privileges - I had to stand forever in a line like all the rest of the town and I couldn't be bothered when I would be going to see her anyway on Sunday. Nevertheless we had to do the formal meet and greet. Mom and/or Dad stood in line while we ran around making havoc while one or the other tried to keep us out of trouble. I can't imagine.
I look at this picture of a centurion and remember how Granny Bohne always looked just so with her hair colored and her high heels on. She was not related to me by blood but I can't help think about how long I might live. This picture was taken about January 1964 so she would be just past her 100th birthday. She was born in 1863 on 27 December and died in the spring of 1969. I was 15 but don't really remember her passing as she did not visit the farm much after she fell and broke her hip (a couple of years before she died).
In 1967 for the 100th anniversary of Confederation every child was given a coin and at school at a specified time every child across Canada was in an assembly and we all sang a song we had been taught. The town of Cardston had a couple of ladies that were over 100 and they honored them with a huge reception in the Cardston Social Centre.
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