The Moores lived up the road from me as a kid. Mr. Moore was born in 1883, his wife, I cannot remember. What sticks with me was that she was one of 21 children born to her parents, all of which survived childhood, which she was very proud to tell all comers.
The kicker, was that of those 21 kids, 18 were girls. All during an era LONG before indoor plumbing. I can only imagine the complications.
Another fascinating "Mooredom" was when Mr. Moore described encountering his first automobile. It was at night, making a terrible racket, had lights on it. He said he was quite frightened and slinked off into the darkness of a field to watch it pass, as all the hair on his body stood on end.
I remember some soldiers interviewed many years after the war describing the awe and fear of witnessing Me 262 fighter jets pass over them as they tried to bridge the Rhine. They said it sounded as if the sky were made of heavy canvas and being torn in half.
Hard things to get your head around today. I imagine similar stories exist from the early days of steam railroading.