Yesterday was the last toddler group before Easter, and one of our helpers is celebrating her 85th birthday at the end of this month. She's still driving, still helping with toddlers, and she brought tiny, sweetie-decorated cupcakes for the children. She's the same vintage as the queen.
Having said that, Mum's older than she is, and Dad's over 90. I was reminded recently of a story he told me about taking Boy Scouts camping during the war, and asked him to send me his account of it.
Stop there. Think about life in the twenties, thirties, and so on. Think of life as it was then, and the changes the 80+ generation have seen.
Then ask them to tell you their stories, now, while they can. When an old person dies, we lose a library.
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