God bless him. Imagine the changes he’s seen over his lifetime (not all of them good). I was blessed to have a great grandmother who lived to be 107. I only wished I wasn’t a typical, self-centered teenager back then and learned more about her life and the things she saw and experienced.
Ditto that. My grandfather was a German POW in Russia in World War I. He left memoirs of that period of his life that I read after he passed. I would have loved to talk to him about those experiences.
I also have had several relative that lived to over 100. I tried desperately to pry information out of them about their early memories, and yet never got much for my efforts.
I think life was so simple back then, there’s just not that much to tell I guess.
I was blessed with having my grandmother live with us when I was growing up. She was born in 1888. Like you, I wish I had talked to her more about her life. I do know that she was there when Oklahoma became a state and literally lived the musical Oklahoma. Her father (Papa) was the youngest of five boys and the only one who did not serve the Confederacy in the Civil War. Of the other four, three died during the war and Papa and his remaining brother were Sheriff and Under Sheriff in Grayson County Texas when the James brothers sister lived there. In fact, his parents helped found Sherman. Deep roots.