In the mid 1970’s I was in class with a man who was in his 50’s. His grandfather told him stories about meeting President Andrew Jackson. Depending on the ages of the men and women we observe these results. Remember just a few years ago, the last widow of a civil war veteran passed away, well over a hundred years after that war ended.
I enjoyed an item or two like that as well. Although I knew draftmanship, as a youngster an architect buddy of my dad’s helped me refine the details of the skill to produce drawings that properly coordinated and gave all information needed for construction. He had been a young artillery officer in WWI and a contemporary and buddy of the young Harry Truman in that era.
My dad had many mentors and friends that were 15 to 30 years his senior and as it worked out, I did as well. I am not yet 70 but I have many of my best friends that have passed on.
My longest friendship is from age 12 and that buddy is still alive and now that we are older we get together quite a bit. There used to be about 1800 miles between us, but now it is only about 700.