Spent the day sorting through stuff in order to have a garage sale within a few days, and helping my husband organize the content of some boxes he brought back from being in storage in the state where he grew up. He passed through there when he came back from sabbatical on the East Coast.
I went online and re-upped for ancestry.com and began searching. My husband always thought that he was a bastard... but that isn't really true. His parents did marry, a bit late perhaps by societal standards, but I found out when and where they married. I haven't found out much about his dad's first marriage. If there had been children I think I would have found the records from birth announcements in the newspapers.
When I was growing up my family always recited lineages as though they were litanies. It is odd to now be able to build those same sort of lineages for my husband's family even though both parents had been gone for ages by the time we married.
Personal history, family history, and the flavor of community are so difficult to capture after the fact. I'm glad we can write it down for the kids now while we still have control of most of our faculties.