Today may be April Fool’s, but this is no joke. My amazing Great-grandpa, Riley, is 101 years old today!!! He’s definitely one of the most incredible people that I’ve ever known, and I’m proud to call him grandpa. He’s smart, strong, kind, warm, and loving. I truly admire him and hope to be as great as he is one day. His smile, laugh and love are genuine and you feel it as soon as you see him. Happy 101st Birthday, Grandpa!!!
Robert Riley moved from Thornton, CO to Paducah, KY in 2009 to be closer to his son and daughter-in-law. He’s been living in an independent living facility which provides a private apartment, meals, housekeeping, and activities. Fortunately, [my aunt Jan + uncle Bob] were able to hire people to help with his personal needs and washing clothes to avoid the nursing home thus far. My aunt and uncle also have a good home health provider to provide physical & occupational therapy, and professional nursing, as needed. My aunt Janice keeps him supplied with snacks, juice, Gatorade, and does his other personal shopping for him, so he’s surrounded by love and care. I also hear that he’s quite popular!
When I think of my grandpa Riley, I think of all that he’s seen and accomplished so far in his 101 years! He makes me want to be a better person and to strive to be the best that I can be with no excuses. In fact, I often think of him, particularly in times of self-doubt, and quickly snap out it. I think of how happy he’s always been and what a go-getter he’s been throughout his whole life. He truthfully has to be the most physically active person that I’ve ever known. He inspires me to keep my mind, spirit and body active and healthy. I know that I can speak for my whole family when I say that we have such good memories of him and all that he’s done. Honestly, my youngest brother, Michael, summed it up best in a school report that he did about 6 years ago, when he was about 14 or 15:
In March of 1942, my great-grandfather, Robert Wesley Riley, joined the Air Corps. Robert was supposed to go to Aircraft Engine School, but at the time, there were no openings. He had to wait five months to get into the school. During those five months, he had to take five exams, one every month. After the five months were up, the aircraft engine school let him in without a history of any college. This aircraft school was called Hendricks Field. It was in Sebring, Florida. Everyone in the school was either a mechanic or an engineer. My grandfather stayed at this school for three years. He became a flight engineer. What he did was test the planes to see if they were in flying conditions. For five to ten hours a day, he would test take-offs and landings. After his training at Hendricks Field, he went to Chanute Field in Illinois for one month. He worked on gyro instruments. Gyro instruments are engines that spin. Some examples of gyro instruments are automatic pilots and field indicators. After that, Robert went over seas for twelve months as a replacement. Later my grandfather was stationed in India to work on humidity and temperature control in a factory. He inspected the work of twenty-eight Indian workers who worked on assembly lines. He had to have two interpreters because the twenty-eight men didn’t speak English. He stayed there for one year after the Indian war was ended.
Robert W. Riley had many odd jobs before and after the war. He worked for Arkansas and Louisiana Gas Company right out of high school. He was making nine cents an hour and got a ten-cent per hour promotion for digging ditches. Then he got into trucking companies. He drove trucks for a box factory in Pittsburg, Texas. They would cut down gum trees on the river bottoms and make would make boxes out of these trees. Then he moved on to hauling produce around. He would haul yams out of Texas to Denver, potatoes from Denver to Texas, then he would go down to South Texas to get watermelons and grapefruits to haul them to Denver. The watermelons made good sales. Before my grandfather went into the service, he laid pipeline. It was construction work, but my grandpa hauled and strung oil pipe all over. His boss knew that he was strong, so he took him off of driving trucks and moved him to working the sledgehammer. The unfortunate side of him being strong was that he had to break concrete in order to put in the pipes for ten hours a day with only a sledgehammer.
Fishing and Hunting
When my grandfather got older, he would go fishing every weekend, rain or shine, with his wife, Helen Riley. He would fish all over Colorado and many other places like Canada. When he went to Canada, he flew in at six in the morning and caught one hundred and forty pounds of fish. It didn’t get dark until midnight. The lake was called Otto Lake and the Indians helped them cook the fish that they caught. They would fillet the fish and quick dry them so he was able to take the fish home. He makes his own flies for fishing and uses different types of feathers. My grandfather also loves to hunt. He’s been hunting since 1952 and has been ever since. In the fifty-six years that he has been hunting, he has only missed one season. He has shot thirty-two elk, many birds, and a few moose.
The year he left home on his own was 1929. He left with what clothes he had on his back and the change in his pocket. ($1.25) Luckily for him, he worked in Texas and could get about any job, which was a plus except for the fact that he worked ten hours a day and only made one dollar. My grandfather was one of the lucky ones to get a job and live through the depression.
My grandfather, Robert Wesley Riley, was born on April 1st, 1913. He was raised on a farm and took up farming until he graduated high school. On the farm they raised their own mules and used them to plow. He had eight brothers and sisters to help him with the farm work. He started school when he was seven years old. He walked to school everyday, which was 6 miles to and from school. He went to a consolidated school and only wore shoes when at school. He didn’t have much homework, but if you didn’t pay attention in class, the teacher would not re-teach the lesson. When he was ten years old, he was driving his model T around on the dirt roads.
My grandfather raised and showed Brittany Spaniels. He had two dogs of his own; their names were Mutt and Jeff. Their registered names for shows were Denver Skyline Rocket and Prince Jeffery of Rocket. They were registered with an AKC book. On November 7th, 1966, Jeff won a certificate for best in show. The dogs would also go out-of-state with my grandpa and help him in hunting birds. He trained Jeff and Mutt by taking pheasant wings and putting them on fishing rods and reeling them in and casting them, making the dogs chase the wings. He also had many training tactics. These dogs were also trained by whistle and were hunting at five months of age. They would stalk and also retrieve the birds.
Today (written 6 years ago)
Today my grandpa is ninety-five years old and lives on his own. He continues to hunt, fish, and walk three miles a day. When the weather is not it’s best outside, he jumps on the treadmill and does his walking there. He has so much spirit, which keeps him going everyday. My grandpa Riley means a lot me. I love him and his great laugh so much.”
Below is an article in the Jackson Oaks Newsletter that was written for him last year to celebrate my grandpa’s 100th Birthday:
And this isn’t even half of what my grandpa has seen and accomplished! He’s living proof that living a good and healthy lifestyle goes a long way. I’m proud and blessed to have him as my grandpa! I love you so much grandpa Riley – we all do. Thank you for being true to yourself and for being such an amazing role model to us all. I wish we were there with you today. We all miss you very much and want you to know that we think about you. You’re an amazing man and we hope you have a wonderful 101st Birthday! We love you tremendously!!!
I want to thank my Uncle Bob for providing me with the latest photo and details on my Grandpa. I also want to thank my brother, Michael, for letting me share his piece on my grandpa’s life. And Thank you to Jackson Oaks for writing such a beautiful piece on him. So much love!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDPA! WE LOVE YOU!
It’s been a week since I had 4 impacted wisdom teeth and my baby fang removed. Recovery has been a lot slower and more painful than I had anticipated. No medicine seems to be strong enough to reduce the pain and it’s hard to fall asleep. So, I’m trying to tough it out in hopes that things will heal fast. Since I have braces now, it was strongly recommended that I have my wisdom teeth removed as soon as possible. I’m so thankful that I never have to do this again because, if I had known it would be this intense, I don’t think that I would have agreed to do it. Seriously.
The surgery itself went smashingly-well and I only had minimal swelling (no bruising). The oral surgeon and his team did a fantastic job and they did everything to make me as comfortable as possible. Although I’ve never had an IV before this, I was very picky about where I wanted it and they happily obliged. They also gave me a fuzzy blanket and a heated rice pack to keep me extra warm and cozy. Once they hooked me up to my iPod and the gas, it was lights out. The surgery and recovery only took about two hours and then I was able to go home. I woke up with no memory of the surgery itself. Perfect.
On the way home from the surgery, we had to stop by the orthodontist to get my wire put back into my braces (I had it removed the night before the surgery). I don’t remember the details, but it was pretty quick. Once we got home I was wide awake and felt great for the first two days. Keeping up on my meds, salt-water rinses and frozen packs of peas pressed against my cheeks helped keep the swelling at bay. The third day brought the pain and it has progressively gotten worse finally plateauing yesterday. I went to my follow-up appointment two days ago and they packed little orange strips soaked in clove oil to sooth. The pain is incredible, but I know it will be over soon.
In the beginning, the ice cream, shakes, malts, etc. were wonderful! Now, I’m craving real solid food. A big salad and pizza would be nice. I’m so hungry all of the time because a liquid diet just doesn’t seem to satisfy me. In fact, I was so desperate for real food, that I made a pizza and licked! Sad, right?! I can’t chew at all, so just getting the taste of it helped. Yesterday I went to the orthodontist to put my last bracket on the adult fang to start bringing it forward, then they gave me my bite plate. Take about terrible! It’s a clear plastic impression that clips on my bottom teeth to prop my mouth open. This allows room for my adult fang to move forward and “jump” over my bottom teeth. I have to have this on for 3-4 weeks, so that means I’m still on a liquid diet until then. Urgh. After the orthodontist, I immediately went to the oral surgeon to remove those clove oil strips. It’s been a long process, but it will all be over soon. I hope your day was great and I’ll be back soon with some more updates on our house-selling progress.
This past week has been full of packing, driving things to storage and house hunting. Our house will officially be on the Market on April 1st (my great grandpa’s 100th Birthday!). This weekend, and coming week, we will wrap up the packing and finish staging our home.
At first I was super excited to move, but as we’re going through things and packing, I noticed that I’m getting sad about it, too. This was our first home as a family, so it’s hard to see us anywhere else. It’s in a great area and neighborhood with so much to offer. It’s just that we’ve outgrown it. I know it’s time to move – if we can get our asking price, of course. If not, the worst case scenario would be that we take the house off the market and wait for a better time. Our Realtor and another sales rep, both, told us that this is a good time, so I feel good about it. I knew these mixed emotions would surface and that’s part of the process.
When we moved from our college apartment, we were so happy to get out of that place! We didn’t really feel bad for moving. This time is different. We’ve invested time, love and money into making this house a home. In this case, bigger will be better for us if we want to grow our family.
As far as house hunting goes, we’ve toggled between the idea of a new home vs. old home. Both have really great things to offer, so it’s difficult to make a decision. The most difficult part for me, is deciding on the location. There are a few communities that we like, but the location isn’t ideal. Give and take I suppose. We have a lot to think about, like location, school districts, home size and layout, commute to work, proximity to stores, hospitals, etc. It’s a bit overwhelming, but very exciting, too.
I’ll keep you posted on this crazy and fun adventure that we’re embarking on!
Although I’ve been getting a lot done, I feel like I still have so much to do. I’m thrilled to have the new Chickiedee site up and running, and I’m working feverishly to re-stock the shop. Aside from all of that, Ron and I have been doing a bit of early Spring cleaning as well as making a few big decisions. If we want to grow our family, we really need a larger home. After nearly 7 years, we’ve outgrown our current one – correction, I’ve out grown our current one. I have so many hobbies and things, that I’ve done a good job filling up our home on my own, hahaha. So, we met with our amazing Realtor last Friday to get the ball rolling on selling… and buying a new one. Fingers crossed that all goes smoothly.
Then, I’ve recently been into the Orthodontist a couple of times for a consultation, x-rays, molds, etc. You see, I’ve been super lucky growing up by having straight teeth, but I’ve had a baby fang all this time and a few years ago the adult one came in behind it! Sharp as ever, too. That adult fang pierces my tongue once in a while – ouch! I had a consultation when the adult fang first came in. They estimated nearly $10k and 18 months. Eek! So, I kept putting the idea of braces on hold, because that was way too much and way too long. Plus, I don’t want to look like a twelve year-old… again. Well, after some encouragement from the Mr. I decided to go in for a second opinion. I’m glad I did, too. I should expect to have them on for about 9 months, and at a fraction of the cost. Although I haven’t given the green light, I think I’m leaning toward yes. I thought I had dodged the bullet of having to get braces. Darn. I’ll keep you posted on what I decide to do. Have you had braces? Any advice?