My great great grandfather died at the age of 92 in 1932, having been born in 1839.
My great grandfather, who was very proud of his father's longevity, wrote the following about him:
"My father was a great worker all his days and started work at the age of 6 years [1845] on a farm near Canterbury, Kent, his first job being to thin turnips out and keeping birds off the corn and he has told me the tale of his having rode a large pig with him to the fields, where the pig would feed at the sides of the fields all day and then he would ride it back to the farm at night and the men employed on the farm would line up to see him pass on his mount.
As he grew older he was very fond of horses and was waggoner for a number of years and it grieve him in later years to see moto cars instead of horses. He rode a tricycle till the age of 80 and frequently he would ride from Maidstone to Birchington to see his brother Tom, who died 1915 at the age of 85, and was buried in Birchington Churchyard.
On 22nd January 1932 I went to Maidstone by coach from New X Gate as my sister Emily had wrote to tell me my Father aged 92 and 6 months was seriously ill and on arriving at 27 Bower Place I found the Father unconscious but during the afternoon he recovered for a short time and recognized me and took my hand and drew me towards himself and kiss me good bye, as he could not speak, and afterwards wave his hands meaning good bye all.
He then gradually sunk and passed away at 11.50pm 23rd January 1932."
I have always been very moved by the thought of this venerable old man waving goodbye all.