Family Stories and Family History
“Do you remember when…?”
Once upon a time there were five siblings—Eunice, Leroy, Gladys, Charlene, and the baby, Joseph.
Their mother, Ruth, died in 1933 after complications from a home childbirth with her youngest child. Eunice, the oldest, was twelve years old.

Their widowed father worked long hours at Whiting Corporation, a factory that still manufactures maintenance equipment for railroad cars. He died in 1947. In the years between those losses, the children largely raised one another.
That is a piece of my family history—one I can share with my son and my grandson. And two living bridges to that past remain: Great‑Aunts Charlene, grandma Eunice’s youngest sister and Mary Holly, wife of Joseph Jr., both will celebrate their 98th birthday this year.
What family history do you know about your family?

For my family, history isn’t just a set of facts; it’s a collection of stories. Some are poignant. Others are hilariously funny. Together, they tell us who these five siblings were, how they survived, and how love and responsibility moved between them when adults were scarce.
Family History Gives the Facts, Family Stories Give the Facts Meaning
Knowing your family history matters for many reasons, especially as we age.
1. Stories give us roots.
Family stories help us understand where we come from and what shaped the people who shaped us. They anchor us in something larger than ourselves.
2. Our memories are personal—and only belong to us.
Each of us experiences family members in our own way. The relationship we had may not match the one someone else remembers. Family stories ask us to speak from our own perspective and make room for others to hold theirs.
3. Stories carry values, not just dates.
Official records tell us when things happened. Stories tell us how people coped—what they believed, feared, hoped for, and laughed about.
4. Stories create connection across generations.
When we share family stories with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, we’re offering them belonging. They learn that hardship can be survived—and that joy can be found even in difficult seasons.
5. Stories honor ordinary lives.
Most of our ancestors were not famous. But their lives mattered. Telling their stories is our way of saying: You were here. You counted.
Ways to Capture Your Family History
Leverage social media.
Eleven years ago, my Uncle Will started a private Facebook page dedicated to the five children of Ruth and Joseph. When they were alive, our family was centered around Chicago and its suburbs. Today, we are spread coast-to-coast—and even overseas. This page helps us stay connected across the miles. My uncle’s hope is that the younger generation will one day take over and add their voices.
Explore products designed for family history.
There is a growing industry dedicated to creating life-story books. (This is not an endorsement of any particular company.) Major players include StoryWorth, Memorygram, and Remento. I know people who have used each and were pleased with the results. Other options—such as Shutterfly, Tell Me, LifeBio, Artifact, and Storii—offer image-based or oral-history formats. Ancestry.com continues to lead this space, with more than three million users.
Create scrapbooks and photo albums.
This is an easy, family-friendly way to preserve memories. In our family, we have albums from many summer trips to Disney World. You might create one around a family reunion, a milestone birthday, or a holiday gathering.
An Invitation
You don’t need a genealogy chart or a perfect memory to begin. (At 97, my Great-Aunts hold stories no archive ever could.)
Start with one question:
Do you remember when…?
Ask it of a parent, an aunt, a grandparent, or even yourself. Write the answer down. Record it. Pass it along.
Because one day, someone will be grateful that you did.



Ask questions before you lose your elders.
I agree with you.
Now that we have the technology to record a conversation. The younger relatives loved hearing their actual voices.
I think of ALL the questions I didn’t ask my great-grandmother born in 1896—especially, “who taught her how to read?”