Family History research

Today I finally got myself organized to start something I have been promising myself to do for quite a few years!! Over 10-15 years or more I have randomly (when time permitted) been doing some family history research and have discovered most of my ancestors going back in some cases to the 1700's in Scotland, others from Ireland and England. All this info has been shoved in various brief cases and archive boxes - none of which would have made much sense to anyone but myself. Today I started to try and make sense of it all and record it so that when I'm dead and gone the kidz maybe be able to follow it all - not that I really know what I am doing:(
I have also collated research from A.'s family as well so that the kidz have family history from their father's family too - even though he has no interest in it at all!!
I think I have just taken on a huge task, one that I don't really know how to approach - but am just flying by the seat of my pants which I am wont to do sometimes!! But anyway it will be better than the random mess it is at the moment.
While sorting things out I found a book I had which was written by one of A's rellies about their family's journeys to Australia in the 1800's. Their family, like mine, settled in western Queensland which at that time was a very wild place. I had often wondered how the women coped in those days when to get from Brisbane to the west took months on wagons or sometimes just by horse. On the final page of the book, the author who is a 2nd cousin of A's had written:
"The sacrifices made by our great grandmothers cannot be fully understood by the younger generations, but these people should have a place of honour among the pioneer women of Queensland. These were women who not so much endured the difficulties, but triumphed over them".
She finishes the book with this poem by George Essex Evans:

"The red sun robs their beauty, and in weariness and pain
The slow years steal the nameless grace that never comes again,
And there are hours men cannot sooth, and words men cannot say
The nearest woman's face may be a hundred miles away.

The wild bush holds their secrets of their longings and desires,
When the white stars in reverence light their holy altar fires,
And silence like the touch of God, sinks deep into the breast
Perchance He hears and understands the Women of the West."

I have to say reading their story makes me feel like a wuss.
Anyway I have made a start - goodness knows when I'll finish it.
And then there are all the boxes of photos...........