Just as we are getting into talking, Lee Ann’s phone rings and she gets up quickly, goes around the corner into the kitchen and picks up the receiver.
I am struck by how she still moves and her physical fitness would not make it very easy for somebody to judge her actual age.
It is possible that the person on the other end of the phone call is a third of her age, but she holds a good conversation and her sharp mind let’s the caller know that she will call back later so we can continue our visit/interview.
Imagine turning 105 years of age in a month and your passions still include card playing, yard work and keeping the farm house on order.
She isn’t shy in leading the conversation and mentions that there is just to many weeds in the front yard and she wants to know if I had a clue how to sharpen her old scythe so she can take care of the problem.
She is lucky. I promise to bring my sharpening stone next time. Using this efficient tool myself, it won’t be any trouble to fix up her old scythe.
I’m a little worried now, picturing the old lady out there swinging a razor sharp tool trough the air.
This might actually get me into trouble with her family, considering that they took all her ladders away last year to prevent her from climbing up the thing while mending broken lightbulbs, among other things.
For her to still be able to live in her own home, running her own show, so to speak, is exceptional enough.
She used to work and live in Toronto, but admits, that her heart never left the family homestead. It is where she grew up. It’s where all the memory’s reside.
It’s where she wants to die.
A sense of place.