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Eat, drink, work, and be Merry! Both were farmers who had "side hustles" as PostMaster, Realtor, road construction, dog breeder, private lumber yard, and both were church going Christians. Fitness was just plain being out there doing everything but a gym, and wellness came from the farming and Church social groups.Both of my grandfathers died before I was born, so I was never able to get any life/fitness/wellness advice from them.
If you asked one or both of your grandfathers for fitness/wellness advice, what would they say?
Go surfing.Both of my grandfathers died before I was born, so I was never able to get any life/fitness/wellness advice from them.
If you asked one or both of your grandfathers for fitness/wellness advice, what would they say?
Great read.One of my grandfathers died of a heart attack at 69. He was fit — worked a farm, tended his cattle until the day he died — but his diet wasn't something you'd want to model. He never drank water because, as he put it, "fish piss and shit in it." He did chew ice, though. Go figure.
My other grandfather was a different story. An Argentine, fit as hell. Every morning, regardless of where he was, he did 30 minutes of non-stop calisthenics; burpees, push-ups, and sit-ups to failure. Never took a day off. He'd say, si no se entrena, se pierde — "if you don't train, you lose it." Not a big guy, 5'9", but solid as a rock.
He never ate breakfast or lunch. Just black coffee and cigarettes, though he quit smoking in his 50s.
Once or twice a week, around 3:30pm, he'd find a café if he was traveling, or make a small piece of toast at home, orange marmalade was his preference, always with an espresso.
At 6pm, he'd shake a martini, sit at his desk, and work through a stack of newspapers, old and new. Five or six different periodicals a day, alongside blue cheese mixed with butter and spread on Triscuits or crusty bread. You didn't bother him during his martini. That was the rule growing up.
Dinner was whatever my grandmother cooked. When the family was together, he'd grill — red meat, chorizo, a proper Argentine spread. He always had dessert and drank a lot of red wine. He rarely touched beer unless he was in Argentina or Europe, where he could find a Quilmes or something similarly obscure. And he never finished it — always left a little in the can or bottle.
He didn't see a doctor for nearly four decades. Didn't trust them. Outside of new glasses and a hearing aid he refused to wear, threw it straight in the trash, he was healthy.
He lived to 98. Between 90 and 96 he had numerous strokes, but refused to be bedridden. He'd take his walker and putz around the nursing home. I brought him a 2lb. weight he'd use to lift and he did push-ups on the side of his bed in the nursing home. He passed in his sleep, though it took a few more strokes to get him there.
I was lucky to spend a lot of time with him. He loved listening to Rush Limbaugh and yelling at the TV. He didn't trust the media or banks, never owned a computer, and if he needed one he went to the library.
The family recently found out he worked for the CIA for most of his life. But that's a much longer story.
Same here brother. My dad's dad died while grandma was pregnant with him. My mom's dad died on her first birthday. Some serious hillbilly tragedy stuff. I think that's why The Old Man and the Boy is one of my favorites. I never got that, but I hope to give it to my grandkids.Both of my grandfathers died before I was born, so I was never able to get any life/fitness/wellness advice from them.
If you asked one or both of your grandfathers for fitness/wellness advice, what would they say?
Awesome read. Sounds like a dude for sure. That CIA angle at the end - we'd love to hear more on that story!One of my grandfathers died of a heart attack at 69. He was fit — worked a farm, tended his cattle until the day he died — but his diet wasn't something you'd want to model. He never drank water because, as he put it, "fish piss and shit in it." He did chew ice, though. Go figure.
My other grandfather was a different story. An Argentine, fit as hell. Every morning, regardless of where he was, he did 30 minutes of non-stop calisthenics; burpees, push-ups, and sit-ups to failure. Never took a day off. He'd say, si no se entrena, se pierde — "if you don't train, you lose it." Not a big guy, 5'9", but solid as a rock.
He never ate breakfast or lunch. Just black coffee and cigarettes, though he quit smoking in his 50s.
Once or twice a week, around 3:30pm, he'd find a café if he was traveling, or make a small piece of toast at home, orange marmalade was his preference, always with an espresso.
At 6pm, he'd shake a martini, sit at his desk, and work through a stack of newspapers, old and new. Five or six different periodicals a day, alongside blue cheese mixed with butter and spread on Triscuits or crusty bread. You didn't bother him during his martini. That was the rule growing up.
Dinner was whatever my grandmother cooked. When the family was together, he'd grill — red meat, chorizo, a proper Argentine spread. He always had dessert and drank a lot of red wine. He rarely touched beer unless he was in Argentina or Europe, where he could find a Quilmes or something similarly obscure. And he never finished it — always left a little in the can or bottle.
He didn't see a doctor for nearly four decades. Didn't trust them. Outside of new glasses and a hearing aid he refused to wear, threw it straight in the trash, he was healthy.
He lived to 98. Between 90 and 96 he had numerous strokes, but refused to be bedridden. He'd take his walker and putz around the nursing home. I brought him a 2lb. weight he'd use to lift and he did push-ups on the side of his bed in the nursing home. He passed in his sleep, though it took a few more strokes to get him there.
I was lucky to spend a lot of time with him. He loved listening to Rush Limbaugh and yelling at the TV. He didn't trust the media or banks, never owned a computer, and if he needed one he went to the library.
The family recently found out he worked for the CIA for most of his life. But that's a much longer story.
They would probably say "What is fitness?"Both of my grandfathers died before I was born, so I was never able to get any life/fitness/wellness advice from them.
If you asked one or both of your grandfathers for fitness/wellness advice, what would they say?
The old timers I knew/know were just naturally active... I had Bill Lester tell me one time "if you need to work out befor or after work, you ain't working hard enough!" (He ran B&L Logging back in the day)They would probably say "What is fitness?"
I feel like I'm a "tweener" or a dinosaur.. I'm old enough now (born in the 60s) that just in my lifetime I've seen some incredible changes, from technology (I grew up with no cell phones, computers and we didn't even have a color TV until the mid 70s and that only had a half dozen channels), social changes, political, economic, you name it. My grandparents were born in the late 1800's and my uncle's fought in WW2 and Korea and my older cousins and youngest uncle fought in Vietnam. Many of my closest friends are in their 90s.. but, I've also recently retired and as such have enjoyed working with newer technologies, younger people and can relate to mindsets, especially regarding fitness, health and diet.The old timers I knew/know were just naturally active... I had Bill Lester tell me one time "if you need to work out befor or after work, you ain't working hard enough!" (He ran B&L Logging back in the day)![]()