Life Is What You Make It.

Even Now / I Am Not Old. / I Never Think Of It, And Yet / I Am A Grandmother To Eleven Grandchildren.

Life Is What You Make It.

I Look Back On My Life Like A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Am Satisfied With It.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Would Never Sit Back In A Rocking Chair, Waiting For Someone To Help Me.