Sometimes it's not about the monetary value, but the sentiments and memories attached to an item.
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My Mom Died When I Was Young. My Dad Turned Her Engagement Ring Into A Necklace For Me. I Cherish This Gift.
Great-Grandfather's WW1 Medals That Were Framed
Not Old, But It Represents Coffee With My Grandfather Who Passed 12 Years Ago
Aww that's really sweet :) It's nice that you have wonderful memories attached to it.
Not Heirloom But When My Grandfather Died, Family Looted His Toolbox. What Was Left Was Way Better. It Was Things He'd Saved To Use Again.
My (Future) Mother, 18, Posing In Front Of Her Parents House In Biskra, Algeria, Sent This Picture To Her Father, Dying Of Cancer In France, With A Leaf Of His Favorite Olive Tree. 75 Years Later, I’ve Still Got The Picture And The Leaf. She Died 7 Years Ago At 86.
My Late Father's Piano, Repurposed As A Bar
Esh I mean it’s cool if he repurposed it but if you gutted it then urgh, you’ve just ruined a piano. 🤷♀️
The Only Item I Kept From My Grandmother. They Don't Make Ladles (And Other Things) Like They Used To.
A Gift My Grandfather Had Made For My Grandmother During Ww2 While He Was Stationed In The South Pacific. Not Sure What Type Of Stone Its Set On. They Met On A Blind Date, Got Married 5 Days Later And 5 Days After That He Was Shipped Off. They Didn't See Each Other Again For 2 And 1/2 Years. They Were Married For 55 Years. .
A Clock Like This Hung In The Kitchen Of My Grandmother's House For Years. After She Passed Away I Wanted To Keep It, But Before I Could It Was Thrown Away
I agree with Dee, no shame in having a replica if you can... It will still bring the joy when you see it! It's so sweet!
Lobster Claw (Pen For Size). Sent From Maine To Denmark Just After Ww2, Filled With Chocolates.
First Time Post. My Oldest Brother Making A Call On His Play Phone, Christmas- Late Fifties/Early Sixties. Check Out The Muntz TV. Still Had It When I Was Born 7 Years Later.
Given To Me By My Grandma When I Was Five In 1976. It Wasn’t Hers, But It’s All I Have To Remember Her.
Fireman's Badge Like My Grandfather Wore For 30 Yrs. He Started Out As A Volunteer And Worked His Way Up To Being A Captain.
A 1932 30:06 Remington super savage it has an Alaskan M82 scope on it. My grandfather fed his family with it so did my dad and so did I I hope my son never has to use to feed his family but it shoots straight and is very solid.
My parents were divorced and they are both gone now. In my purse, I have my dad's old wallet and my momma's change purse. I would rather have them and use them as opposed to putting them up and never seeing them again. Even at the risk of losing them. They make me smile and my breathing slows a bit when I use them.
A baptismal gown first worn by my great grandfather in 1909, made from the skirt of his mother's wedding dress. He and his siblings wore it and, I believe, also my grandma. It was lost/forgotten for my mother, aunt, and I, but both my (much younger) cousins also wore it as well as my two oldest children (the youngest is a pandemic baby so he outgrew it before we could safely visit my, then, 90 year old grandparents who have it.). We have a wonderful photo of my great grandma (said great grandpa's wife of 76 years) holding my daughter, her great great granddaughter and namesake, wearing the gown on Grandma's 100th birthday, both of them born in '09 of different centuries.
My grandfather was an artist, and i have a bunch of his paintings. When he passed, my brother and I went to clear out the house. There were hundreds of then. Some from as early as 1937, he would have been 17 at the time. He was an amazing artist, and his art took him around Europe. Particularly after the War, he spent most of the 50s living in Paris, Lisbon, and Barcelona with my mother and grandmother.
Family ring my mom is wearing. It was her mom's ring and it will be my ring when my mom passes.
A 1932 30:06 Remington super savage it has an Alaskan M82 scope on it. My grandfather fed his family with it so did my dad and so did I I hope my son never has to use to feed his family but it shoots straight and is very solid.
My parents were divorced and they are both gone now. In my purse, I have my dad's old wallet and my momma's change purse. I would rather have them and use them as opposed to putting them up and never seeing them again. Even at the risk of losing them. They make me smile and my breathing slows a bit when I use them.
A baptismal gown first worn by my great grandfather in 1909, made from the skirt of his mother's wedding dress. He and his siblings wore it and, I believe, also my grandma. It was lost/forgotten for my mother, aunt, and I, but both my (much younger) cousins also wore it as well as my two oldest children (the youngest is a pandemic baby so he outgrew it before we could safely visit my, then, 90 year old grandparents who have it.). We have a wonderful photo of my great grandma (said great grandpa's wife of 76 years) holding my daughter, her great great granddaughter and namesake, wearing the gown on Grandma's 100th birthday, both of them born in '09 of different centuries.
My grandfather was an artist, and i have a bunch of his paintings. When he passed, my brother and I went to clear out the house. There were hundreds of then. Some from as early as 1937, he would have been 17 at the time. He was an amazing artist, and his art took him around Europe. Particularly after the War, he spent most of the 50s living in Paris, Lisbon, and Barcelona with my mother and grandmother.
Family ring my mom is wearing. It was her mom's ring and it will be my ring when my mom passes.
