I know I've told this story before, but when my mother (who is now dead) moved house from the one she and I were born in, I think she saw it as a fresh start or something. She proudly told me that she had sat in front of the kitchen fire, with the photo box, carefully cut out the faces from all the old photos, then burned them all separately. Still don't understand why. But it means there are hardly any photos of my family, including her parents and their relatives. DH's family, on the other hand, left masses of photos....