Most families have someone who’s interested in genealogy. My mother carried it beyond the names and dates that are usually collected. She became the family historian.
Collector of family stories, keeper of the memorabilia, family archivist. Those are better descriptors of my mother than genealogist. When some of her aunts and uncles died, their photos and family pieces passed to her. She cared for her aunt’s photo album from Bertha’s time teaching Indian children in the 1920s. She treasured Bertha’s grandfather‘s diary from the Civil War era. She preserved her uncle Albert’s WWI helmet and his pocket diary.
Some had no children for these things to pass to or her cousins did not want the responsibility. She gathered and preserved the family history from that generation and then from her own early days of the 1930s and 1940s.
Mom liked to write, so she meticulously researched and merged the family stories into articles to share with the world. At first these found an audience in the magazine Kanhistique. Later I helped by collecting them into self-published books.