My grandmother was 16 years old when the Titanic sank. She had ridden the train from Vermont to Los Angeles to work at the May Company's accounting department and live with her aunt. A few years later she caught the Spanish flu along with the rest of the family so there wasn't anyone to care for her as she lay in her cot on the side porch which was her bedroom.
She had lots of stories for us about the wars and the way people lived in her young years. We loved listening and clamored for more.
Keep telling about the old days!