In a moment of idle speculation it occured to me that I've been the oldest person in our extended family since the age of 52, when my Mum passed away. With the exception of my Great-Great-Grandad, who survived into his late 80s (died c.1917), our family has a poor track record of surviving their 70s. The net result is that since my early 50s I've had no family members with whom I could chat about family history or the olden days. Small wonder that I value such conversations with complete strangers of the older generation whenever I meet them. Being isolated from one's family history is an odd feeling, so be sure to get chatting with those surviving oldsters before it's too late.