I provided my mother, many years ago, after they'd moved house and with difficulty I'd avoided her actually throwing a drawer full of old photos out, with some large loose-leaf folders, lots of punched sheets of black card to fit, zillions of photo corners, and some lovely silver pens to write lots of information about each of the photographs bulging from a huge drawer, where I'd no idea who they all were. I stressed how important it was, as OH's mum, in a bit of a tantrum, had binned every family photograph they had, with glee, a few years before. The only one of OH's childhood that survived was one I'd borrowed and forgotten to return, so I was glad about that, at least.
After a few weeks she proudly announced that she'd finished the first volume .... all the childhood photos of me, carefully labelled with age (often in months) and location on the black card beneath each image!!!!!!!
(I did manage to coax her later onto the older pics that I'd actually wanted her to identify and label, but she was so much more proud of her first completed book of them.)
