My situation was pretty unusual. My mother was the youngest of six, Grandma had her when she herself was 45! Darn old! So I was raised by people born in 1901. We lived on a dirt road, on an 80-acre farm, complete with cows, chickens, corncribs, outhouse, silos, hornet's nests, a well, and flowerboxes made of discarded tires. My sandbox was one of Grandpa's old John Deere tractor tires, just tossed on its side and filled with sand. Once a snake cropped up in my sandbox, and Grandma, tough old bird that she was, fished it out with a garden hoe and chopped it to bits in the driveway.
Yep. I'm not that old. But I'm old.
WOW, You just brought back some many fond memories for me growing up, visiting my Grandparents, and Aunt and Uncle. They all worked together on the family farm. I used to love going there as a child. So much mischief to get into... LOL