Back in the ‘70s I worked with a little old lady who said she came to California via Cape Horn in a sailing ship. I was in awe of the history that stood before me.
I had a great-aunt who was born on the day Jefferson Davis died (Dec. 6, 1889) and died in Dec. 1976. I met her once a few years before she died. When she was young she knew her two grandfathers. The paternal grandfather, born in 1806, had been a Confederate soldier (and prisoner of war). The maternal grandfather, born in 1820, had been a Union soldier (but his brother was a Confederate). Both grandfathers were born in Virginia but the maternal grandfather had lived in Missouri since 1831. Either one in theory could have met Thomas Jefferson but they did not live in the vicinity of Charlottesville so they never would have.