I often ask myself that question. These people weren’t important; they didn’t discover anything, invent anything, have any special talents, make loads of money, marry anyone famous. They just led ordinary little lives, doing their best to make their families lives as good as possible and striving not to hurt anyone whilst they lived their lives by the rules they’d been taught. They weren’t great lives or special lives and already the sounds of their voices are slipping away and the little details that formed the basis of their memories are fading. If I don’t do this then one day they’ll just be images in old photos that are discarded on rubbish dumps or discovered in old handbags in charity shops. At least this way if someone comes across them they may, at least, search for their names, and find their stories.