My uncle Mike is 90 or 91. Next is my FIL who will be 84 in a couple of weeks.
There is a lady down the street who I know only by her saying hello when she walks by. I was surprised to find out how old she is when a recent newspaper article noted her 100th birthday. Oldest person I have ever known died at 104 a couple of years ago.
My SO has a great aunt who will 102 in June. Unfortunately, she’s been in a facility for many years and is barely lucid. My great grandmother lived to be 99. She lived at home until her last year of life.
Why would someone endure hip replacement surgery at age 95? I guess it’s their right but I just can’t imagine it.
If they’re otherwise in good health, it can indeed improve their quality of life and mobility.
For me, it’s a 93-year-old man at my church (although he doesn’t attend any more; he really can’t get out) and a woman at a craft group I belong to who’s 92. That was VERY surprising to me, because I thought she was about 80. She still lives in her house, does all her housework and grocery shopping (a neighbor cuts her grass), and drives, although she can only go to the craft group for about 6 months out of the year because it’s in the evening and she can’t drive after dark. We look forward to seeing her again! 
One of my living great grandads fought in WW2, so he is probably around 100 but can’t say for sure since they didn’t keep much birth records around where he lived.
Until April 1, 2012, the oldest person I knew was my pediatrician, Dr. Leila Denmark, who died on that date at the age of 114!
Currently, my 94-year-old maternal grandmother is oldest person I know.
My grandpa is 93 years old and still in generally good health.
My mother died at age 96. The oldest person training in my martial arts style is also 96 and I think he is going to outlive us all.
A patron at my workplace is 98, and comes in once a week with her caregiver. She is currently grumpy because she finally had to transfer from a walker to a wheelchair. She prolly weighs 80 pounds, and is fiesty and quick-witted as hell.
My own grandmother is 96.
My stepfather is 92, and farms 4 acres and hunts deer.
My great-aunt is 101. My grandmother turns 96 next month.
- My uncle, who is in good health and looking forward to his 94th birthday in June.
My dad is very active at 82 ( currently working in India) . His mom died at 102, in good healt except for a broken hip and pneumonia she contracted in the hospital. My friends great aunt is 105 and has been getting visits from her towns mayor for her birthday for the last two years. (Does the US have a tradition of Mayors and press visiting birtday parties of the over 103 crowd?)
My grandfather is 98. He’s just recently moved to a nursing home after a fall. His mobility is limited but he’s still pretty lucid. Unfortunately all he watches is Fox News, so that’s all he’ll talk about.
The oldest person I’ve ever known is a great aunt. She lived to be 106.
I’ve had a patient who was 104. I was enlisted to tell her a grandchild was dead, :eek:
she handled the news well.
Just to add: Two years ago at the age of 91, he had to have quadruple bypass surgery after dizzy spells following a round of golf – he was still playing golf at that age. A year later at the age of 92, he had fully recovered and went on an Alaska cruise. A tough old bird, I expect he’ll be around for some time to come.
I have a great aunt (well, we call her our great aunt, but she’s actually a very, very old family friend) whose exact age is unknown but estimated to be around 91-95. Physically she’s not great, but mentally she’s much sharper than most people I know, regardless of their age. 
A lady I work with is legally 94. Even she doesn’t know her true age, due to poor or no record keeping over the years, dead ends genealogically, mental disability, etc. All she knows was that she was a foundling given over to an orphanage (long since closed, records scattered to the winds) in Pennsylvania, and thinks it might be in the 1920s. For the sake of legal convenience, she’s got a birthdate of 1/1/1920. She’s physically healthy enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if she was actually a good decade off or more in her recollection, maybe even being in her late 70s or early 80s. She’s like a living embodiment of Loweezy Smith from the Barney Google and Snuffy Smith comic strip.
Oldest I can think of currently is only 77.
My aforementioned pediatrician, who died in 2012 at the age of 114, actually practiced medicine until she was 103. Even at 103, she only retired because of poor eyesight. She remained very sharp mentally until the last two years of her life. My sister and I (now 42 and 39) saw her for the last time in 2008. We attended her 110th birthday party! She hadn’t seen either of us in 25+ years, but when we told her our dad’s name (she was also his pediatrician), she immediately called both of us by name! That amazed me!
She had an amazing life-
-she was only the 3rd woman to graduate from the Medical College of Georgia
-she is recognized as a co-developer of the Whooping Cough
-she treated all children, black or white, despite repeated vandalism of her home/office and death threats in 1930s rural Georgia
She didn’t have a receptionist or cashier, just a sign-in sheet and a basket for payments, which were never more than $5 and often were $0!
At the time of her death, she was the 4th-oldest ‘verified’ living person in the world (per the Gerontology Research Group).
It was an honor to know her and to be one of her patients!