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2021-09-18 7:50:03 PM  
What things have contained sentiment for you all of your life? Which spoon in your drawer came from the aunt to whom you felt closest? Does your childhood teddy bear or rabbit still keep all your secrets?

Let us know what it is and why it's always been so special to you.
 
2021-09-18 8:53:14 PM  
Most everyone I know had a teddy bear.  I had a bulldog with a black turtleneck sweater.  His name was embroidered on the sweater when he showed up.  Tuffy went to many a doctor appointment, mainly because I wouldn't put him down.  My serious allergies meant I could never have a real indoor pet of my own, and certainly not one that was allowed in my bedroom, like my sister and her cat.  Tuffy even made a few secret trips to school, back when I could find ways to get him in my book bag.

I could stuff my face into Tuffy's midsection and no matter how many shots, it was ok.

Tuffy's sweater disintegrated years ago, but he still has a place of honor in the closet.  The rest of my stuffed animals have been lost or destroyed by later little hands, but Tuffy will probably be buried with me.
 
2021-09-18 9:00:38 PM  
I have my father's swing-arm lamp with a magnifying glass in the center. Runs an 8" circular florescent lamp. Still works. I remember it from.when I was little, so it's at least 55 years old. He was a commercial draftsman. I also have a ceramic polar bear that was his when he was little. So it's likely close to.100 years old. We have a painting of my father as a kid, done by his father, copied from a photograph.
 
2021-09-18 9:03:56 PM  
I have a wooden coat hanger my grandfather made for me with my name on it when I was a young child. I'm now 46. It isn't my most cherished, but it is something from my childhood that STILL stands up to the test of time.

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2021-09-18 9:31:07 PM  
As a historian and genealogy geek I have plenty of things, including my aunt's Victrola, my grandmother's rooster lamp, even have a literal piece of her house (it's 150+ years old and had horsehair plaster walls before we sold it and it was renovated).

But the big one will always be my teddy bear. Mom was pregnant for me when my Pepere was dying and he got me this before he passed, meaning he did more for me than my father's father ever did (and he lived til I was 26).

Here's a pic of it with a pic of us when it was new:
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2021-09-18 10:01:31 PM  
The only childhood item I have (other than small scrap books and photo albums) is a cross stitch wall hanging with my name and date of birth.  With hoarder parents, it's hard to figure out what is important and what isn't important, and having dozens of rubbermaids dumped on me didn't help.  And being a genealogical dead end (none of my sisters want children, same with me), there's no point in holding on to stuff for the next generations.
 
2021-09-18 10:09:17 PM  
Back around the turn of the century, the 19th to 20th, a popular thing for women to do was paint on commercial ceramics. The piece I have was painted by my father's mother, who passed away when I was only a few months old. It has a mark on it from "J.P.L. France", its original manufacturer, and in a thin gold paint, my Nana's signature.

This piece was only ever used at Thanksgiving dinners. And it only ever had in it two things -- celery sticks and giant black olives.

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The photo doesn't really do it justice, as the inside is really an iridescent purple-gold, though time has also done some damage.
 
2021-09-18 10:14:21 PM  
I have one thing from childhood - a small silver bell that was given by my aunt when I was born - it has my name, birthdate, a picture of a clock with the time of birth, and my weight.
 
2021-09-19 8:29:52 AM  
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When I was growing up, my grandmother (dad's mom) always put this tree on one of her end tables at Christmas. My parents ended up with at some point after she passed away in '92. I don't know when it came into my possession - but probably after my parents divorced around 2001.

Some of the little plastic "lights" are broken & have to be re-glued on. And the plug looks like it could burn down the house at any second. But it gets put up every Christmas without fail.
 
2021-09-19 8:38:21 AM  
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And then there's this silly-ass thing. My great-aunt Pearl got both me & my sister one of these in the mid-70s. I think it was a souvenir from some trip. Because I like puns, I've always had this displayed somewhere. I don't know when I got the bright idea that the perfect place for it was on a bathroom vanity. But that's where it lives now.

Our cleaning lady even wipes it down when she's here.
 
2021-09-19 8:41:24 AM  
Mine are mostly related to my mother.

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This candleholder was purchased by her when I was little and held in storage, with my name on it, until she passed.  💞

My favorite memento of mom is the ring she had made for her daughters. She had inherited a beautiful opal ring with diamonds when she was young, and wanted to pass it down to her daughter. But then she had three of us! So, she went to the jeweler and had it dismantled and remade into three matching opal rings. We were all still children when she had the rings made, so she used her ring size for all three. It only fits on my pinkie finger, but it means so much to me. When I wear it, I feel that much closer to her, like she's there with me, supporting me
 
2021-09-19 8:43:02 AM  
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Miss you so much mom.
 
2021-09-19 9:16:40 AM  
Just the family mountain
 
2021-09-19 9:23:43 AM  
Two memories stand out.

One is my parents taking me for long walks. Luckily, I always managed to find my way back home again.

The other is a 1949 Bakelite Bush radio like this one: BLOSM-73-20182-1024x684.jpg (1024×684) (snellingsmuseum.co.uk). When my parents die, my siblings can have everything else including the house if I can have that radio.
 
2021-09-19 9:45:39 AM  
There's a couple things.  A blue teddy bear (named appropriately, "Blue Bear" because I was such a creative child) who my father picked up for me before I was born who has come with me to every house, home and adventure in between (and managed to sneak into my bag during a late Junior High weeklong trip I wasn't really interested in going on)

There's the ceramic coin bank my grandfather and his wife at this time made in the shape of a large dime, with my name and the date engraved below.  The joke was that since I lived in a place known for a large 5 cent piece, he thought I deserved a large 10 cent piece to inspire me to do greater things.  Maybe he was feeding my eventual arrogance, maybe not.

And there's the McCulloch of Canada chain saw competition "plaque" from the same grandfather from 1972.  He was a woodworking enthusiast all the time I've known him, and that was his brand, and he was proud to have done as well as he did.

There's also my Grandmother's war pins, which I don't have yet, as the plague has made it difficult to retrieve them from my aunt so far (they're not something I'd mail), plus my Great Grandfather's WWI medals (last part of my family to move to Canada, and he was a telegraph linesman with the infantry, which connects him to me now, the telecom field tech running modern lines) which I will also get once travel is possible and safe again
 
2021-09-19 9:56:55 AM  
Let's try this again.

On my walls are two paintings my late sister did in high school. This is one of them.

Sad Clown
 
2021-09-19 10:00:12 AM  
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Got a good hop out of me in the theatre.
 
2021-09-19 10:22:54 AM  
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There are baby pictures of me on this couch.  I watched the final episode of MASH on this couch.  I watched The Price is Right in the 80s while home sick from school on this couch.  Decades of cats have played underneath it, poking their paws out from under the fringe at fingers dangled in front of it.  It's as ugly as the day it was bought, impervious to stains, sunlight, or aging of any kind.  My dog and I are sitting on it as I post this.  The couch is eternal.  The couch is life.
 
2021-09-19 10:26:07 AM  
Several of my dads suits from the 70s and 80s tailored for me, 3 pocket knives and a Ka-Bar bucknife from my grandfather and a great uncle, my grandfathers Roman soldier ring made out of tigers eye, my father in laws sailing hat collection. A brand new copy (and the OG destroyed copy) of my first memorable book: Modern Military Aircraft by Bill Gunston published 1977. I could go on, I'm a sentimental person who keeps knickknacks of my past and my family's past. Also my parents Craftsman Tecumseh yard vac. Man I love that thing, especially with fall coming up.
 
2021-09-19 10:35:00 AM  
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My family's generational couch. I've lived my whole life on this thing. My parents treated it like a priceless piece of furniture from Louie XIVs court, we actually use it in our house. But it has seen generations of dogs and kids, and like I said my whole life has been lived on it.
 
2021-09-19 11:29:50 AM  
After having two sons and the usual kind of life as a single mother, I don't have much left. At all. But I made sure that I - the only one in the family to have kids - inherited Mom's engagement and wedding rings, which my parents had reset for one anniversary or another into one gorgeous ring.

It's small and simple, just like my mother, and means nearly as much to me as my children. Mom and Dad adored each other their entire lives, and my father stayed married to her until his death more than eight years later.

The only finger it fits is my pinky, and it's loose on there, so I never wear it. I'm not much of the jewelry type, anyway. My housemate willingly keeps it in a safe place for me.

I plan to give it to my younger son when he and his girlfriend marry. He was born after my mother passed away, and never got to know her or even meet her. (And, frankly, was conceived only because she died...but I digress.)

Aside from that, the only other things I possess that have real sentiment to me are the photo albums of my children that I gave to Dad on every possible gift-giving occasion and a small piece of artwork I made (at age 11 or so) that my mother and I dubbed "Squash-Nose" and for some reason she always adored.
 
2021-09-19 11:41:56 AM  
My father was number nine of fourteen children.  For some reason my grandmother gave my dad her father's wedding ring.  I never knew that he had it until the day he gave it to me.  I usually keep it locked up.  It fits my ring finger perfectly.  Sometimes on special occasions I wear it.  It' just an inexpensive gold band.  But to me it's priceless.
 
2021-09-19 11:54:59 AM  
I have my grandfather's pocket watch. He passed away before I was born. My aunt gave it to me after my dad passed away. It's nothing fancy or gold, just a working man's pocket watch.
 
2021-09-19 12:21:29 PM  
We have all manner of keepsakes and items handed down but the memorable tradition we started began with our first child's Christmas. We took baby Maggie into the tree decorating department of a well-stocked store and let her pick out her own ornament. A degree of parental interpretation was required in divining the choices of an 11 month old. Every year both children made their personal choices. Sometimes the ornament was cheap or garish. That did not matter; it was their choice. 35 - 40 years later they're in their own places with a very personal collection of holiday decorations.
 
2021-09-19 12:21:40 PM  
I don't have any little knickknacks from my parents, I kept my Super Nintendo thats about all I cared about as a kid.

My wifes side though has a cabin that her grandfather built by hand that we still go to a few times a year to get away and our kids love it so it will be theirs someday.
 
2021-09-19 12:26:03 PM  
I have my maternal grandfather's pocket watch. I rarely wear it, but it still works. As a fob, for the other end of the chain, I use his high school graduation pin that is now well over a hundred years old.
 
2021-09-19 12:38:50 PM  
I have nothing that has been handed down for generations. I don't like clutter, and I feel no obligation to maintain some kind of family museum. What I do have, and that has special meaning for me, is a pair of crocheted octopuses: the Detweilers. I am just going to cut and paste what I said when I gave the eulogy at Mom's funeral:

I'd like you all to meet Fred and Helen Detweiler. I first met the Detweilers through my mother. We were on our way to the Goshen Fair and were sitting in stop-and-go traffic, watching the cars that were coming the other way. A car with a middle-aged couple went by and, on a whim, I asked Mom, "Who are they?" Immediately, she said, "Those are the Detweilers." "The Detweilers?" "Yeah, Fred and Helen Detweiler."
Mom spent the next ten minutes or so telling me all about the Detweilers: where they lived, how they'd met, their hobbies, everything. Every question I asked, she would answer. Of course Mom did not actually know the couple in the car, and I knew that. She simply invented them and their history on the spot for the fun of it and to keep her kid amused. And she did it so naturally and believably that those ten minutes secured the Detweilers a place in our family mythology.

At that time, Mom was doing a lot of knitting and crocheting, and selling her creations at craft shows. One of the things she made was crocheted octopuses, all colors, personalized in all sorts of ways. She named these two after Fred and Helen Detweiler. And after that, every time she took them off to a craft show, I got anxious: what if they weren't sold together? What if this devoted couple were separated? I was genuinely worried about this, and Mom noticed. Shortly before Christmas of that year, she told me, "Because you are so concerned with the welfare of a couple near and dear to both our hearts, I'm giving you the Detweilers." That was somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 years ago. The Detweilers have been with me ever since.
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/yes, I used props at Mom's funeral
 
2021-09-19 1:10:05 PM  
Talking of engagement rings, in a past life I was engaged to a staggeringly beautiful young woman, with a less beautiful older sister who was married to a billionaire.  My fiancee had been engaged before-boy was she popular, and sister had grabbed her hand and compared engagement rings- a huge rock compared to a tiny chip.  That engagement broke off, and enter Bathsalt.  I was fresh out of college, yet to start on failed career #1.  My grandmother had just died, leaving a huge engagement ring 3-4 carats, I guess.  I asked my mother if I could give it to my girl, not a favorite of mom's, and she told me that my older brother had asked for it to give to his wife- a hippie chick.  They had got married in a hurry, and were now expecting hippie baby #2.  Why, if they were already married, quick engagement long gone, they needed a huge diamond ring still is not clear.
Mom cashed in the rock for like 40 grand, my luxury babe departed, and bro kept pumping out hippie kids.  The End.
 
2021-09-19 1:10:36 PM  
"That's nothing." Percy had leaned forward and dropped his voice to a low whisper. "That's nothing at all. My father has a diamond bigger than the Ritz-Carlton Hotel."
 
2021-09-19 1:14:51 PM  
We have a Velvet Elvis that gets passed around at big events (big milestone birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc.).  Has the date and the event written on the back.
 
2021-09-19 1:56:12 PM  

RogueWallEnthusiast: a Velvet Elvis that gets passed around at big events


At first I thought this referred to a sex device. Then I remembered the paintings of him on velvet that were popular with other people.

Kacey Musgraves on Austin City Limits "Velvet Elvis"
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2021-09-19 1:58:19 PM  

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There are baby pictures of me on this couch.  I watched the final episode of MASH on this couch.  I watched The Price is Right in the 80s while home sick from school on this couch.  Decades of cats have played underneath it, poking their paws out from under the fringe at fingers dangled in front of it.  It's as ugly as the day it was bought, impervious to stains, sunlight, or aging of any kind.  My dog and I are sitting on it as I post this.  The couch is eternal.  The couch is life.


Ahhhhh. Last time I went to see my mom, the big, comfy couch that had been in the living room as long as I could remember was gone. I asked her what had happened, and found that she had to get rid of it because the cats took to peeing on it...a lot. When I mentioned that the room was just unrecognizable without it and she told me that she really missed it as it had actually been in the house when she and my dad bought the place a few years before I was born.

It lasted over fifty years in the same spot of the living room.
 
2021-09-19 2:20:16 PM  

RogueWallEnthusiast: We have a Velvet Elvis that gets passed around at big events (big milestone birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc.).  Has the date and the event written on the back.


Looks a lot like this, but the hair/face is better.
 
2021-09-19 2:22:04 PM  

RogueWallEnthusiast: RogueWallEnthusiast: We have a Velvet Elvis that gets passed around at big events (big milestone birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc.).  Has the date and the event written on the back.

Looks a lot like this, but the hair/face is better.


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2021-09-19 3:11:58 PM  
When I was little, my grandmother showed me how her wobbly-legged desk had a secret sewing machine in it that didn't work anymore. Naturally, she had just put a newer white plastic sewing machine on top. Unfortunately for her, the machine fascinated me- every time we visited I would take the working machine off the desk and see if the antique one was still there. Seeing 10-year-old me prodding at the unstable furniture got a response of "Will you leave that desk alone!" every time, but I just HAD to see if the secret machine was still there.
Since this is an heirloom thread, you probably already surmised how I got my hands on it. When she died, all her progeny came through the house and took what they wanted. It went pretty well-- no one got in any fights over anything. Actually, it was kind of the opposite-- there was a lot of "We can't just sell the nice furniture from the old country! You take it!" "No, YOU take it!" No one wanted this, so after confirming with everyone else I took it home for myself.
Turns out, the machine only needed a tune-up from the first sewing shop I could find that did repairs. She may not have used this machine in years and then just put a new one on top of the desk, but the power cord, foot pedal, spare light bulbs, and box of accessories were still neatly placed in the drawers. The wobbly desk leg was fixed by replacing a single bolt in it.
Apparently she was very skilled at sewing, though she had dropped all domestic duties by the time I knew her, hiring a once-a-week housecleaner and going to restaurants instead of cooking (she always wanted the greasiest burgers anyone ever flipped).
Anyway, it works again. I told my aunt that I'd gotten it fixed, and she said "Now YOU get to chase kids off of it!"
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2021-09-19 3:33:23 PM  
Childhood memory from age 5:  scent of the two packs of cigarettes my father smoked daily.  That's his last pack of Pall Malls, and the lighter he was going to get engraved with his initials.  Before Dad died from heart disease at age 70.  Also found some old comics under the cigs.

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2021-09-19 4:56:32 PM  
I have had the same desk since 1976. It was my great-grandmother's before.

My kids lost some of the knobs off, it's been refinished twice, part of the back is missing.  It's not at sturdy as it used to be.  We will never get rid of it although now it's in the guest room.
 
2021-09-19 6:37:26 PM  
Crosscut saw that my grandfather , father , and myself used .
 
2021-09-19 7:17:41 PM  

theteacher: I have a wooden coat hanger my grandfather made for me with my name on it when I was a young child. I'm now 46. It isn't my most cherished, but it is something from my childhood that STILL stands up to the test of time.

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I have a "foot locker" that Dad made for each of us boys from plywood about 50 years ago fpr Xmas.  They're not fancy, but well-made in a time of iffy employment.  Been painted a couple times but still keep my boots in it.
 
2021-09-19 9:15:06 PM  

RogueWallEnthusiast: RogueWallEnthusiast: RogueWallEnthusiast: We have a Velvet Elvis that gets passed around at big events (big milestone birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc.).  Has the date and the event written on the back.

Looks a lot like this, but the hair/face is better.

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"Weird Al" Yankovic: Even Worse - Velvet Elvis
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2021-09-19 11:00:51 PM  

RottenEggs: Crosscut saw that my grandfather , father , and myself used .


Little Hatch?
 
2021-09-19 11:23:16 PM  

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When I was growing up, my grandmother (dad's mom) always put this tree on one of her end tables at Christmas. My parents ended up with at some point after she passed away in '92. I don't know when it came into my possession - but probably after my parents divorced around 2001.

Some of the little plastic "lights" are broken & have to be re-glued on. And the plug looks like it could burn down the house at any second. But it gets put up every Christmas without fail.


OMG, My parents had one from my Grandma they downsized so my mom got rid of it.
 
2021-09-20 3:27:37 AM  

invictus2: proco: [Fark user image 540x720]
When I was growing up, my grandmother (dad's mom) always put this tree on one of her end tables at Christmas. My parents ended up with at some point after she passed away in '92. I don't know when it came into my possession - but probably after my parents divorced around 2001.

Some of the little plastic "lights" are broken & have to be re-glued on. And the plug looks like it could burn down the house at any second. But it gets put up every Christmas without fail.

OMG, My parents had one from my Grandma they downsized so my mom got rid of it.


Oh no!! I'm so sorry you didn't get a chance to carry on that tradition.

I may end up with a 2nd one some day (hopefully not too soon). Dad remarried and his 2nd wife has one from her family.
 
2021-09-20 11:56:13 AM  
My Krispy Kan (not my pic, but same pattern):
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I found this in a junk store, and a flood of childhood memories nearly overwhelmed me. My mother had this exact same can. She usually kept saltines in it. The cap is full of desiccant that keeps them dry. I had completely forgotten about it until I saw it again.

I now fill it every Christmas season with my homemade pizzelle, which bring me fond memories of my paternal Italian grandmother who made them every year.
 
2021-09-20 12:18:57 PM  

Petite Mel: My Krispy Kan (not my pic, but same pattern):
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I found this in a junk store, and a flood of childhood memories nearly overwhelmed me. My mother had this exact same can. She usually kept saltines in it. The cap is full of desiccant that keeps them dry. I had completely forgotten about it until I saw it again.

I now fill it every Christmas season with my homemade pizzelle, which bring me fond memories of my paternal Italian grandmother who made them every year.


Mom had an exotic-looking little box that was green and looked like jade that she kept a few pieces of jewelry in.  I asked her about it once, and she said, "Oh.  My mother got that back in the '30s.  Some cold cream came in it."  Really pretty nice for plastic or whatever it was.
 
2021-09-20 3:14:29 PM  
I have two hope chest-style trunks that my grandfather built; the one he made for me and my grandmothers' that she left me. My grandfathers both picked up photography in the 1940s, so I have a framed print and an old 35mm camera from each of them. From one grandmother I have a small sapphire solitaire ring that I called dibs on during the 'who wants what' packing up of her apartment. And from the other grandmother I have a 1904 World's Fair commemorative plate and a painting that she commissioned (from a friend of hers) when I was born.
 
2021-09-20 6:40:02 PM  

proco: invictus2: proco: [Fark user image 540x720]
When I was growing up, my grandmother (dad's mom) always put this tree on one of her end tables at Christmas. My parents ended up with at some point after she passed away in '92. I don't know when it came into my possession - but probably after my parents divorced around 2001.

Some of the little plastic "lights" are broken & have to be re-glued on. And the plug looks like it could burn down the house at any second. But it gets put up every Christmas without fail.

OMG, My parents had one from my Grandma they downsized so my mom got rid of it.

Oh no!! I'm so sorry you didn't get a chance to carry on that tradition.

I may end up with a 2nd one some day (hopefully not too soon). Dad remarried and his 2nd wife has one from her family.


/ thanks for the tf proco
 
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