My wife's grandmother was born in the 1880's and lived to be 99. She was taken west in a covered wagon as an infant and had to learn to walk a second time. She lived in a sod house for a time, and eventually moved back to Missouri to marry. My wife's dad was born in 1899 and was in his late forties when my wife was born, and he dropped out of high school to enlist in the Army during World War One, and served in France in the trenches and suffered his whole life from exposure to poison gas, only lived to be 67 (I think it was). It's difficult to visualize how it would be to reach 117. I think many of the super-elderly just say what they think people want to hear, or develop a contrarian narrative about whisky for breakfast and three cigars a day. But to actually look back on that stretch of history, from horses and buggies to self-driving cars and beyond, must have the sense of multiple lives. You'd have the sense, not just of moving from young to old, but from being one person, to another, to another, far more than most of us.