The old man and his orchard

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

I’m alone with mom today and she’s not feeling OK. One of this silent and busy days. Not a chance for an interview. I would like to, because I love interviews. I interviewed all kind of people during my life: Politicians, bishops, professionals, scientists, celebrities, ordinary people, even a king.

But today, I don’t know why I remember an interview I made long time ago with a man in his 100th birthday. He lived in a small village in Navarre, Spain and had a little orchard. He never had left his village and his orchard and continued working every day, taking care of his old trees and his vegetables with the help of his 80 years old son. The son told me he got tired following his father rhythm but there was no way to convince him to stay at home.

The old man told me that he had been perfectly happy spending his 100 years of life going from his home to his orchard and back. And he show me proudly how was capable to work, with difficulty, but working (to his son’s desperation).

His other five children had left the village, get married, some of them went to America and invited him to visit them, but he never left even for a day the village. He had his home and his orchard. What more would he ever need?. He told me he only missed his wife of 70 years. She died when she was 92 years old. “Too soon”, he said.

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