I have an old recipe box and it is full of recipes from now-mostly-dead female relatives. Many of them are things I'd never make (I don't have access to freshly butchered pigs to make grandma's sausage even if I wanted to) but I am still glad to have them all. My ex wanted to type them all up and store them on the computer. NOOOO. I want their handwriting. Even though I will never make a casserole with a can of cream of mushroom soup in it.