I had the pleasure of knowing my great grandmother, who was born in 1892 and died in 1991, just 4 days after her only son died and 6 months before her 100th birthday. One thing I remember about her was how much joy she found in the simple things. Life in general was simpler back then, and the stories she told were always about family and community, rare commodities these days.

Someone from her era being dropped in to todays world would likely be traumatized by the way we live now, just generally. Not having been desensitized with the incremental changes over the passage of time.