Yogiism #?

Julia, my 6th child, is fond of playing tennis. She happily joins Dad every Friday morning at the SLU courts to play with the "ol' guys group". Rick happened upon them years ago, discovering that they meet 2-3 times weekly. When we bought a family pass to use the local university facility, he decided to join them on Fridays and Julia tags along (they are actually pretty impressed with her playing - she is aggressive and quick!)

Julia's new partner is Ruth, a 75 year old woman with some pretty savvy tennis tricks up her sleeves. Julia has enjoyed playing with her a great deal. Wondering where such good skills came from, Julia asked her if she had taken lessons. She then unraveled her childhood story as a daughter of missionaries in British colonial India. She had been sent to boarding school up in the mountainous region where they played tennis everyday and hiked every Saturday. Pretty romantic saga, eh? Julia was mesmerized as her thoughts flew to stories such as "A Little Princess" and such.

My comment right about then? "It's great to hear older folks' stories, isn't it? Some of them have lived a long time!"