Cat, I think that's great about the book you made
That's so neat to be able to find everyone's work! And I'm sorry for what you lost in the fire
That happened to my grandmother, once. We hear often about "We used to have (x) but it was lost in the fire".
I'm working on everyone's genealogy in my family, but no one really cares. The general response I've had is: "So?". I found genealogy on my brother's family back to the 1300's, but he's never even looked at it.
My family has nothing of their predecessors. My mother's generation cannot agree what their great-grandmother's name was. When my great-grandma died, she had four photo albums full of old, old photos--her daughter in law, eager to move into her trailor, threw every single picture she had away along with every record. My uncle used to have a box of pictures, but those were lost either when he went to prison, or when the sister he lived with was evicted, or maybe were just dumped because they'd been left out in the rain for three years.
I've done a bit of research...I didn't know I had Swedish in me. My great-great-great-great grandfather was a blacksmith in New York. My great-grandfather had a twin who died at birth; so did another one of his brothers. Their mother had eight children; four of them survived childhood. She signed the death certificate for every person in her family in 1917, the year of the flu epidemic and when she died there weren't even any death certificates left to make one for her, much less any family left to sign them. The survivors had already left for California. It makes me so sad that that woman survived such a life (her husband was a poor farmer in Missouri) only to have no one remember her strength. I wonder the blacksmith looked like. Not everything can be remembered, but three or four generations shouldn't be hard.
And Coaster, I do keep the journal for myself
It's easy to go back and laugh at myself and better understand the patterns in my life that way.