They'll want it one day. Most people don't get interested in their family legacy until well after they've started their own family.
^that. I do have a bunch of my father's stuff..A resume he put out after his Navy stint (at Pax, mid 40s). His diploma from George Washington Law school, couple plagues, one with Jack Nicklaus, other with Sam Snead (bank that he was pres of helped sponsor the Kemper Open, I believe) and various other items. Used to swipe his biz cards ( I am a junior) and hand them out..Stopped doing that when a topless dancer I had met called his office number.
Biggest regret was not talking to my grandparents about their life. My maternal grandmother was a straight-laced proper lady from Boston, my maternal grandfather was a character and loved the horses(racetracks). My paternal grandmother grew up on a ranch in Kansas, my paternal grandfather (came here from Sweden when he was 3) was a ranch-hand on my grandmothers family farm. Both grandmothers were very strict and proper as far as I could see..but I did get one story from my paternal grandmother that kinda disproved my thoughts of her. I was the only relative in town when my grandfather was on his deathbed (entire family was in OC for vacation), my grandmother called me when the doctor said she should gather the family so I went over while my father/mother were driving back from OC (this was around 11pm). My grandfather died about 15 minutes after I got there, very awkward for me, hadn't dealt with that before. My grandmother was very stoic, no tears, just very sad and she started telling me about coming to DC around 1920. They had an apt on Mass Ave NW..and their neighbor was a hooker. Apparently there was a peep hole in the wall between their apts and my grandmother and grandfather would take turns watching...
Never looked at my grandmother the same way ever again.