My grandmother and her side of the family were unique. She stayed alive long enough to see me come home from Viet Nam in 1968, but died a week later.
We were never sure how old she really was, but came west to the New Mexico Territory in a covered wagon. One of her brothers died in Roosevelt's "rough rideres" before they sailed for Cuba, and Teddy sent her father a personal letter regarding him.
Wow. You have a cool family. We Cottrauxs have been boring old regular folks, despite the weird name.