my grandma is a few months away from 90.
My grandmother is 104 years old and still going pretty strong. It wouldn’t be a tremendous surprise if she’s around for several more years. Hell, she might outlive me.
A wonderful old gal named Daisy that I deliver Meals on Wheels to. She’s by far the most pleasant person I see on my route.
My mother is 92. But she is one of the youngest of my parents’ close friends. The oldest one whose age I’m sure of is 95. I suspect the oldest one is older still, but I don’t believe any of them have reached 100 as there has been no special ceremony.
You mean the oldest actual age at the time? My mother died at 98. The earliest born person I ever knew was probably my grandparents, born in 1873, but I suspect my first grade teacher was a bit older than that.
Oldest currently living- my grandmother ,who’s 88, and turning 89 in early July.
Oldest I’ve known- my great, great Uncle Robert (my grandmother’s uncle by marriage), who passed away at 97 (or was it 98?) back in about 1999. He was too young for WWI and too old for WWII, if that gives you any idea.
Honorable mentions:
Great, great Aunt Alice (grandmother’s aunt), who passed away in about 2001 at 96.
My wife’s grandmother who passed away about 6 years ago at 93.
I think there’s something that happens to people around 80 or so that makes them drastically cool to talk to- it’s like they’re just happy to be talking, and they have such interesting stories.
I wonder if I can win the record for having the youngest oldest acquaintance.
The oldest person I know is 52. My dad would be older, but he died at 58. I don’t have any grandparents or any other reason to interact with the elderly.
As such I’m pretty interested in them. I like to read posts on the SDMB from the perspective of older people.
My wife’s grandmother - 105 and 1/2. 106 in September. Still in good physical health (for a 105 year old).
A friend of mine is 93. She goes to my church and we both play violin for the local orchestra. She’s great - sweet and cheerful and engaged in life.
I have an uncle who is 99. I’ve met a woman who was 100 and is currently 103, but I don’t know her.
- My uncle in California. He had major heart surgery in April 2012 after suffering fainting spells after playing golf but is back to his old self now. Scheduled to embark on an Alaskan cruise right about now, the end of May he told me. He’ll turn 93 next month.
That I currently am sure is still alive, 99 (my family can be pretty bad at transmitting notices). OK, 99.5, when you’re that age months count again… my maternal grandmother.
- My boyfriend’s father. He’s sharp as a tack, absolutely healthy, fit and strong. He’s a wonderful and kind person, too. I’m happy to know him.
I was briefly acquainted with an elderly gentleman in 2010 who served as a substitute bookmobile driver. He was 88 at the time.
Besides that I guess my maternal grandmother, who is 82 currently.
My great-grandmother who lived to 101. Right now though its my grandma who is 94.
One sign that you’re aging is when you realize how many people you knew very well when you were a kid would today be the oldest people on Earth. My twin great-aunts who I saw everyday and my grandfather would be the three oldest people on Earth by several years. On the current list of oldest living people, one of my grandmothers- who lived until I was in my 20s and who I knew far better than I’d have liked- would be number 3, while the other would be a relative spring chicken at number 46 on the list.
One of my wife’s relatives is 106 years old. She still lives in a house by herself, cooks for herself and works in her garden.
I have a neighbor who is 98.
A inlaw’s father was 102 when he died 3 years ago.
Our roomate is 90.
A friend of mine will be 95 on the Fourth of July. Her father was 50 when she was born which means he was born just after the Civil War ended. That always blows me away when I think about it.