My mother had a big Victorian photo album which we used to look through and she could name all the people in the photos and she told me many stories about her mother's family, I knew she was an orphan and brought up by her mother's two unmarried sisters, I found out her father died the day after she was born and her mother 3 days later, her birth was registered by an aunt on the same day as her mother was buried.
She also told me her mother's brother was drowned as a child. It was actually the son of another aunt, and he committed suicide age 14, there was a brother though who died young he had physical and mental disabilities, so maybe my mum just got them mixed up.
My father's family were from Waterford, Ireland, I was told by my father but now I'm not so sure and I knew those grandparents and the names of some of their siblings although they never talked about the past.
It's been a journey of discovery in more ways than one and I'm so glad I started.....but will I ever get finished, that's doubtful