We are all being reminded daily about how small we really are, and the tenuous nature of our lives.

And yet there are good reasons to celebrate, and emulate fortitude and stamina.

Mumsy Marjorie is celebrating birthday #101 today.

Best of all, she remains as sharp as a tack. She is fully aware of her world around her, and seemingly has forgotten … absolutely nothing.

And what a century-plus it has been. The Corona-virus (COVID-19) is just the latest challenge.

Heck, she was born right smack in the middle of the Spanish flu pandemic (January 1918-December 2020), which reportedly took 50 million with it.

In March 2019 the extended family celebrated Marjorie’s coming attainment of the hallowed centenarian distinction, including a recitation of what she has seen and experienced during her lifetime (i.e., Roaring 20s, Great Depression, Pearl Harbor, VE/VJ Days, Ike, Kennedys, Watergate, Berlin Wall rise and fall, hem lines up and down … ).

She is so incredibly talented, graduating from college in the 1940s when so very few women reached that pinnacle. Classical music pianist, Francophile, global traveler, sports fan, newshound, and did Almost DailyBrett mention … mother of three relatively well-adjusted children, and five stubborn yet lovable, Beagles?

My favorite sister, Claudia, deserves credit for dubbing mom — all five-foot, one inch of her — as “Mighty Mouse.” Yes, mumsy hits harder than her size. She would be a lousy poker player, you can read her expressions and temperament in two nanoseconds … make that one nanosecond.

Diplomacy is not mother’s strong suit.

Will always remember mumsy giving the business in no uncertain terms to a tough-as-nails Italian bail bondsman living across the street (long story), and turning him and his spouse into … wonderful friends.

She grew up Western Pennsylvania tough, demanding with limited patience but always fair. She has always been a good listener, even to your author’s periodic forays into and expressions of bovine excrement.

Having said all that, she has even forgiven Almost DailyBrett’s philosophical transformation and related career in Reaganite politics. Mumsy even tolerated as a former Julliard student with a Steinway and musical taste, your author’s lifelong love of classic … rock.

As Carly Simon sort of sang, this “song is not about … me,” but mumsy Marjorie. Some are amazed she is still rocking her world into her second year of trois figures. Your author is not surprised. She is embracing each-and-every day as the gift it is for her and should be for everyone else.

She is not just marking time, but wisely rejoicing in every minute.

She wants to be happy. That’s a wonderful goal, particularly with viral storm clouds spreading around the globe.

If happiness is being a lark … early to bed, early to rise … that’s mumsy.

If happiness is tending to her garden, and making it bloom year-in, year out …

If happiness is reading in Anglais et Francais … Que Sera, Que Sera … 

If happiness is a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, even in Bavarian wine glasses …

If happiness is soaking up the legendary Southern California sun for yet another day …

Then more power to you mumsy Marjorie. This is your time. You earned it.

You practiced tough love. We are all better people because of you.

As George C. Scott said playing, “Patton.” (Pardon the paraphrase)

‘I love you. I love you so.’

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