I also have my great aunt's 'birthday book'. a book for noting birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
"Bozo died 1:30AM (our parakeet) 1958"
I've no idea what year she got the book or when she stopped making notes in it, but it is interesting even if I don't know the people being named.
Am I weird? I mean I seem to know a lot of people who would throw all this stuff out. Reems of papers and photos. "Don't know those people. Get rid of the junk." Mother's like that. But I...dunno, feel a responsibility? to hang onto these things. Like if someone doesn't then these people no longer matter. They never lived. They become random names on stones and the names lose purpose. I don't know these people either, but if I read these things, look at the pictures; they get to exist that one extra day as I imagine them. I don't know if that is important or not.
I don't feel we should throw away our ancestors. Someday someone may want to see them. I did. I really struggled to pry information out of my family. There seemed to be a conspiracy to hide it. "Oh that was a long time ago." *sigh*
I'm glad to have /some/ kind of a written record at last. Mother is throwing things out left right and center. I can only sneak so much out of the house at a time.
Must not become a hoarder. (More than I am.)