My dad was a non-musician fascinated by cassette recorders. We first used them to send audio letters to sons overseas. He wound up taping the grandkids, etc. Took a little machine on a trip to Ireland, catching Mom on tape telling stories and laughing. In his later years he took it 'visiting' people as he traveled around the country, in order to straighten out tangled geneaology questions. He didn't interview his friends and relatives, he just would tell his own stories, ask questions, and get them going. Occasionally he would catch somebody singing, too. By doing this, he inadvertently recorded his own storytelling, before he lost his larynx. We are awfully glad he did all this, even though it seemed a little weird at the time.

He left behind a little case full of these things, rapidly disintegrating. For a christmas project one year, I pulled good stories and excerpts off the tapes, added some stuff from Grandad and others in the Folk Archive tapes, and made copies for each family, keeping a master and duplicate master. We don't all have time and room to save every little bit of it, but at least those 120 minutes will last another generation. (yeah, I know it's time to transfer to another medium)

Anyway, I second the motion, record it! And make copies!