Someone in my indirect ancestors who was born in 1814 wrote their memoirs, which are quite a good read, and I decided to put them online. As part of this, I did some digging around so I could find and take photos of some of the locations involved, which were all in London.
I've found it almost impossible to disabuse my family since of the idea that I'm interested in family history. I'm really not. Like some others, I don't think it tells me anything particularly useful about who I am personally. I was much more interested in the social and local history elements of the memoirs.
It could be argued though that that's white privilege.