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Originally Posted by Hoopsdoc
I'm 37 and I LOVE old people. Listening to their stories is like a living history lesson.
I'll never forget George Baker, who was my neighbor when I was a kid. He was 100 years old in 1995, if I'm not mistaken. He fought in the trenches of World War 1 and used to tell us stories about it. I remember sitting there transfixed listening to him. Good times.
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I hear ya man. I'm 40, and the oldest people I remember were born around 1893-1895. I didn't fully appreciate listening to them when they were still alive, but it's kind of an honor to have known and talked to people that had experienced those times. Very good memories.
It's also interesting talking to my own Father about his Great Grandmother, who died in the early 1960's in her 90's. She was born and raised in the 1860's on a farm in Central Missouri...both her father and her grandfather were Union Veterans of the Civil War, one a Calvary Captain. It's incredible really, and in reality it wasn't that long ago...