Something I just learned…

When my grandparents met in the early 1930s, during the "pleased to meet you" phase, Grandpa told Grandma that he was 20. Apparently, Grandma did some quick mental revisions and lied about her age. 27 became 22, and Grandpa heard "twenty too." So Grandma was the same age as Grandpa until they got older. When it was time for social security, Grandma had 3 birthdays a year until 65, and then she slowed down. We think the old broad was either 95 or 97 when she died. But she was 65 until Grandpa was old enough to collect his benefits, and 70 when she died I adored that contrary old woman. Pick an age and stick with it, and I'm not gonna argue!