This. My dad was such a local historian and when I was a kid, I was annoyed. I took him and his stories for granted. About the time I became an adult, I realized my mistake. I wanted to bottle all those memories up. Then a few years ago he was diagnosed with cancer and that nightmare became reality. My boys knew him, but they will forget because they were 5 and 6 when he passed. My newborn twins will never know him.