The days of our years....

Who knew that Google gave us a cake on our birthdays?    

On the 12th of April 1947 the snow was so deep on the ground that the ambulance taking my mother to the nursing home had chains on the wheels.

70 years.  My goodness.  The Psalmist wrote: " The days of our years are threescore years and ten...."     Fortunately, in the developed world, at least, that threshold has been pushed back a bit, thanks to better care and medicine.