Spend a day with my grandmother when I was about 11. We'd spend a Saturday going to garage sales, then stop somewhere for lunch, then to her house, and draw, watch Tv, joke, talk, and I'd ask her about her ancestors and family and ask to see her photo box and ask who everyone in it was. I'd ask her to pencil their names on the back of each photo, and any info or date she remembered, if she could.
I'd get out my old cassette recorder, that I had then, and tape her making up a story off of the top of her head. We'd laugh during that. At night, we'd go for a ride in her old car, with the windows down, enjoying the cool breeze. Then, back home, maybe watch a little Tv and to sleep.
You never know what you have until you lose it.