Talked to my mom tonight. She thinks her mom was 1908. We got to see pre-computer history. Something tells me, we got lucky.
The last time I saw my Grandpa, we talked about his childhood in Russia, what he and his family went through in the Bolshevik revolution. I was blessed to learned from his experiences. I learned from it.
The last time my son saw his Grandpa, they talked about his childhood in Chicago, what he and his family went through during WWII. He was blessed to learned from his experiences. I’ll have to wait and see if he really learned from it. He was awed but is still young.
From my experience, those old stories stick. They become a part of the child’s own identity and sense of where he came from.