I’m so glad that a couple of years before he died, my father went through a mass of his family’s very old B&W photos, and put a selection in an album, with captions as to who and where - things we wouldn’t have had a clue about.
Often they were funny, too, e.g. ‘Granny A and Great-Aunt B, dressed in the fashion of staid ladies of their day.’
And, of a photo of himself as a child with his mother, ‘She doesn’t seem to be bringing up that little hooligan very well!’
He had an amazing memory for names and exact locations - even remembered the name of a farm horse in one of the photos. It all made a fairly recent visit to a great- and GG grandparents’ area - otherwise completely new to me and dh - so much more interesting.
I still haven’t got on with the family history research, though - maybe next winter, or (heaven forbid) during a second major lockdown