My great-great-grandfather was born in 1843. He went from Missouri to Utah in a covered wagon in the first great Mormon migration of 1847. My mom never knew him, but at the age of 74, he married a young widow and fathered a daughter who is still living. I met her at a family reunion. These living links to the past are fascinating.
-ccm
My Great Great Grandfather was born in 1862, and we have a family picture of him holding me along with my mom, grandfather and great grandfather. He passed away when I was ~2.5 in 1967. All of my grandparents are still living, My sister has had kids (my little nephews) so they have a whole side of great grandparents.
It's weird and cool to know and talk to people who remember when horses were the majority on the road and who knew at one point in their lives that the thought of man ever going to the moon was a load of crap fit for trashy comics!