I go to visit my Cousin John Caldwell, now and again. He lives in a farm house built in the 1830s. He, himself, is 90, and a history buff. He'll start with his own memories, going back to the 1920s, then stories of our family, which go back to the early 1800s, or people he knew. (Great great great uncle Solomon Eversull was one of the first settlers in Ohio. He must have lived to be almost 100. Late in life he would be taken to the polls, and wouldn't be able to remember the names of the candidates, so he'd vote for Thomas Jefferson, the first president he'd ever voted for.) John is a good story teller, and his powers of description are remarkable, considering that he can't see.
That's time travel, at least for me it is.