The Importance of Memories?

Since I am spending time with Grandma, I am remembering once again the stories she told me over and over about her life growing up. Once again I am thinking that I should write them down so that they will be preserved. The same thing with the photos I have that were hers, Uncle Mickey's and Mom's. I think I should put them into albums and write notes about who the people in the photos are. I intend to one day take a pictorial inventory of the things I have inherited and put these in an album with labels explaining the stories behind them.

But now I am wondering if I did this, would it matter to my children or to my nieces and nephews? Will they want to know these stories? Will they want to know about these people?

I was in an antique store yesterday and saw boxes of old photos for 25 cents each. Old photos of family members that no one remembers. This is where they wind up.

So I wonder who the preserving of memories is for? Even the photo albums my mother spent the last year and a half of her life creating, are being stored in boxes in my brother's garage!
Should I do it for the future generations or for myself? What about the stories of my own childhood spent with my brothers, cousins and friends? Are we the only ones who care to hear them?

I don't know. I do know that my life is full of thoughts and activities pertaining to the present and to the future. I don't want to take the time right now to organize the past.

These are my thoughts at the moment. We'll see how and when they will change.

I appreciate any thoughts you may have with regard to this post.

Susan