Apropos of researching my family history and realising I knew precisely jack squat about my immediate ancestors in 1912.
Put simply, one hundred years from now, do you think anyone will remember anything about you? I didn’t even know the names of my direct ancestors. What do you think, if anything, you will be remembered for?
My future children or the future children of my siblings are likely to be alive or possibly have had children themselves whose lifetimes overlapped with mine. Adding another layer of children (so great grandchildren or great grandnephews/nieces), then no… Although I suspect that video and still images will survive, and as long as I disclose Internet aliases to my next of kin, any posts I made online should be searchable through archival sites. My descendants should have a much more complete description of me than I have of my great-grandfather.
This poll is a little confusing. The question in the thread title is quite different from the question you’re actually asking in the poll.
I figured your name was good way to start, if you reckon people will remember more about you, there’s the first option to cover the answer to that question. Or if weirdly you think that memory of your other deeds would survive but your name would not, go for my favourite word ‘other’.
Hardly anyone remembers me now.
No, and that’s the way I like it. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the knowledge that my foibles will have (for all practical purposes) completely ceased to exist 100 years from now.
You’re assuming I’m going to leave any survivors.
I have no idea if anyone will remember me…
But I plan to put my name on all my guitars, so when they rediscover one of them, I’ll be famous 
Forget about your silly whim. It doesn’t fit the plan.
I have very few pictures of my grandparents, and almost zero of great grandparents.
My kids have few pictures of their great grand parents and lots of pictures of their grand parents.
My grand-kids will have digital motion pictures of their parents and grand parents.
In a hundred years one of my distant relatives will be looking at a moving image of me. That’s powerful.
My youngest is not even 2. If we assume he’ll have at least 1 child somewhere around the age of 30, then I’ll be 60. That gives me a solid 25 years (knock on wood) to spend with this hypothetical grandchild, imparting my wisdom and attempting to make an impression. Then I die, and 47 years later it’s 2112 and my grandchild is 72 years old
I barely think about my grandparents now, and 2 of them are still alive. I can’t imagine ever thinking about them when I’m 72. So yeah, maybe my grandchildren will remember my name in 2112, but that’s about it. Womp womp.
Not if everything goes according to plan.
Tents fingers
Of course future generations could Google my name, and they’d find several thousand references.
On the other hand, why would they?
I plan to be alive still, so someone will probably know something about me. My caregiver at the very least. 
Yes. Suppose I die at roughly 85 in the year 2081. Assuming I’d made at least a few friends or acquaintances who thirty or more years younger than me, they should probably survive to 2112.
People don’t remember the third man who walked on the moon. There’s no way anybody will remember me, I who have achieved nothing of note whatsoever, who is kind of funny looking, and whose opinions are highly questionable.
Nobody will ever remember **me.[/B But every once in a while, when a kid is born who seems to have a “Wild Hair,” I’ll pop up and grin.
Well my great grandmother who I met was alive in 1912, she was 9. I have a picture of her. So its possible. But saying I live as long as her; I will snuff it at 95 in 2079; that is 33 years before 2112. Unlikely, unless I achieve lasting fame for something or there is some sort of family tree or one of my (currently non existent) descendent live that long; quite unlikely.
So long as my family exists, there will be someone who has to keep the family tree updated. My name is there, of course. It’s also in my orlas: both my HS and my college have these things which consist of portraits of each last-year student and every teacher in the same schoolyear, all framed together.
Other than from that and possible stories about a crazy great-aunt, I don’t imagine anybody else will give a shit, but that’s ok with me.
Assuming I die at 100, by 2112 I will have been dead for more than 40 years. One of my great-uncles died over 25 years ago and people still remember him and identify me as his niece; other people who knew my family more closely identify me as my grandfather’s “out of town granddaughter” and he’s been dead 40 years. But that’s a relatively-prominent family from a small city; nobody in Barcelona who’s not family remembers my relatives dead in the '60s.
I would say most likely. I’ve donated things to the local historical society and I’m doing research on my own family and a couple of others and plan on doing books for them. Those will go to the historical society and libraries in the area. I have two young children, 6 and 4, so if they have children in 30 years I’m sure my grand kids will be around to remember me.
So unless I die in the next couple of years I’d say I’m sure someone will remember me.