I grew up with a family of folks that lived thru the Depression and WW2, and all their friends of the same age.
Almost to a man...and woman...they could tell you exactly what they were doing when they heard about Pearl Harbor and FDRs death...and the place and time they saw Babe Ruth.
And, no, I never got his signature...but a wrapper from a hot dog he had eaten flew past within 25 feet of me.
Seriously, I used to play cards with several older folks, one of whom was about 70 yrs old. She told me that she had once danced with Babe Ruth. She had attended a wedding when she was 11-12 yrs old, and the Babe went to the reception. He walked over and asked her for a dance.
She said it was the biggest thrill of her life.