My aunt and my mother are very interested too in saving and passing along family info like birthdates, who married whom, birthplaces, etc. Wasn't so much my cup of tea but one thing I did start doing a few years ago, for my daughters was to start a journal for each of them. In them, I write little notes about the things that have gone on in their or my life, what I think of those events, quotes that I feel are relevant to them or important to me, reminders of things I remember from when they were children. Those little journals will be in 'memory boxes' at the end when they are cleaning out my stuff, along with a couple of little gifts they made me when they were just little kids, special cards or the saved collar of a beloved pet and also each will have a little photo album that will have pictures from when they were little (before everyone started sharing digital photos).
I just started one for my husband too in case I die before he does. I thought he might feel left out if the girls each got this special moment but he didn't:love_heart:.
I did get one story though from my aunt before she died, about my grandmother.
My grandmother was having a very bad delivery of one of her 11 children. They lived on a farm east of Calgary and were poor immigrants originally from Europe. Someone hitched up the horse to the farm wagon and went for the doctor who grabbed his bag and went right away. He arrived, delivered a live baby and was preparing to go. My grandparents had no money to pay him, but promised to bring a chicken later that week.
Two or three years later, the Canadian government issued the first family allowance checks and in due course, my grandparents received theirs. While they had 7 children by this time, all of whom probably needed a pair of new shoes and there was always something needed to run the farm, apparently my grandmother took her first family allowance money and went over to the doctors house where she handed him some money. According to my aunt (who was likely one of the older children with her at the time), he didn't understand why she was giving him the money and she replied to him that it was payment for that night three years ago when he came and saved her from dying. She was paying him what she owed for that night.
I thought that was a pretty cool story. My grandmother was obviously a fine woman of great integrity who, even in the face of overwhelming poverty, paid her debts.