Well, I met lots of 'kin' down in SW Georgia at my aunt's funeral. They all cleaned up pretty good, and I don't think anyone was embarrassed to be seen with each other:) Aunt Nene led quite the adventurous life and had written down lots of stuff for the preacher to pick and choose from to speak about her at her service. Well, it was all so interesting that the preacher read the whole dang thing! Pat promises to get me a copy of it, because I learned that my own father almost died as a baby, and I never knew that. Nor lots of other stuff.
And now there are only a few around of that generation who can supply any history. I asked Aunt Rebecca the middle name of my paternal grandfather, and she knew! No one else did, and I could never find it confirmed anywhere, so I will take this as gospel. And...this is major...I got to see the graves of my grandparents and great grandparents! Of course I took photos, and of every headstone that I thought might be a relative, so I have a bit of work cut out to get all this info checked and double checked.
I think it is important that we not lose our links with our past. And it is helpful also to have FULL names. That middle initial on my grandfather's grave did not help much, other than to confirm that he did indeed have a middle name.
What are you doing to preserve your family history?