RIP Olive Riley. You found your way home.
The Unstoppable Olive Riley
Olive Riley, unofficially, but probably, the world’s oldest blogger, died on Saturday at the age of 108.
Olive videoblogged and blogged from her hostel home and recently updated everyone on her move both from her self-hosted site to Blogspot and her move from more independent living to the nursing home in the same building. In her last weeks she complained of a bad cough and distress, but remained in high spirits, giving an impromptu concert for her new roommate and friends.
You can read her last post here. An excerpt:
Penny, who’s in the next bed to mine, had a visit one day this week from her daughter, who’s a professional singer. Guess what happened! She and I sang a happy song, as I do every day, and before long we were joined by several nurses, who sang along too. It was quite a concert!
Olive’s main blog is down at the moment, no doubt due to overuse, but it is located at The Life of Riley, http://www.allaboutolive.com.au/
raincoaster 
that’s a subtle little nose picking thing she does there
Well, I don’t like the ones where she sings with some anonymous blonde, and I figure when you’re over a hundred you can get away with a lot.
I have followed Ms. Olive’s “blob” since she started it up. Does anyone remember her on-line crusade to save the local cabbage farmer’s job?? I’ll miss her very much.
She was amazing and, hopefully once her site comes back up, millions of people will soon know it.
Well, at least she’s really dead.
Yes. I don’t suppose we can get a state funeral for Olive Riley and a pauper’s grave for Margaret Thatcher, who sent so many to that fate?
So sweet. If I make it to 108, I hope to be picking and singing too.
If I live that long, I hope to have slaves to do that for me!