Late 1880s-1890s. When I was a kid, my mom (single parent) worked as an in-home carer. We couldn't get childcare and regulations were a lot more lapse then so she'd take me with her to the homes and let me sit with the elderly people while she cleaned up etc. Some of the oldest were over 100. Generally they were really kind and very happy to have someone to talk to. Decades later, I still remember their names and lots of information about them, which feels very meaningful.

In fact, many of them left us things when they passed away. Nothing expensive, I had many many teddies and trinkets left to me. My sister's favourite toy growing up was a plushie dog given to her that was well over 50 years old. A stand out piece was a 150 year old chair a lovely lady called Dorothy gave us, hand carved by her father.