My Mother I'd say, 86. I don't think any of the relatives I knew lived as long as her. She's still going, quite sprightly despite being hit by a car some years ago. My Father would have qualified if he was still around. But he died in 1991. Neither had much in the way of an exciting life. They watched WW2 from afar. Which I suppose was a good thing. A lot of young men who like my Father, turned 20 in 1944 found themselves on the frontline and many didn't come back. He never had to serve in the military. Lucky for me I think.
