What heirloom do you hope is one day given to you or tell me the most coveted heirloom received.

A good number of us are now the ones who give the heirlooms, not the ones who get them.

Too true.

I'd like another day with my dad.

I'm in the business of moving everything along, not keeping things.

It's painful.

I would like another day with my dad too. But if I understand you correctly, we would call that a miracle not an heirloom. My condolences to you.

Well, yes.

But I am in the mode of moving things to my kids, not keeping things for myself.

I’m gonna change the Title

I'm sorry. Feeling a bit melancholy.

I always wanted the family collection of gold pocket watches, and I have them, and have had all 4 of them restored, with notes as to which family members owned them.

I also have some interesting stuff, including 7 pre-ban sperm whale teeth, un-etched.

I've been meaning to get pictures of them, and post them, and this thread is likely the impetus to do so.

I'm also very proud of my eldest daughter, who has designated herself as family archivist. I have transferred to her family photo albums going back to the 1880s in England, my father's letters in 1944 to his parents during boot camp, and other family records, writings, and memorabilia.

I am blessed to have possessed these things, and further blessed to be able to move them on.

I hope I have not dampened your thread, and appreciate the sentiment which started it.

For me, I guess it would be an item very important to my mom and an interesting item.

During WWII, my grandfather took a small porcelain figurine from one of Hitler’s homes when they raided it. He kept the figurine and told my mom she would get it when he died. When he did die, my grandmother, my mom’s stepmother, refused to give it to my mom. My mom’s stepmother was very mean to her all of her life.

After my grandmother died, the family gave the figurine to my mom. I would like to have it later in life as it is an item important to my mom and the history of it.

I live in the house I grew up in, on the land I grew up on.
I’ve told the story before, but my parents built this house, moved in February, 1971
I was born in May of the same year.
There is now 130 acres associated with it, including the 55 acres I bought across the county road in 1999.
My son and his family live in the barndominium that I built over there with his mother.
There are things on this place that, AFAIK, God himself put them here on Day 8.
Not embarrassed to admit I am quite sentimental about some things.

Not at all Artie! Thanks for your feedback.

I have my grandmother's guitar, a 1963 gibson hummingbird

I have my great grandfather's NYPD hat shield.
He was assigned to Mounted after he returned from WW1

One heirloom I missed out on...WW2 Springfield rifle my father in law gave to his buddy before he died.

If you were to consider items of sentiment, I have several items my grandmother gathered for me. Many would consider simple household trinkets. I think of her often everytime I use them.

I have been given a few firearms that have meaning but when it all comes down to it and this will sound stupid as hell but......

I've never been one for seeking various inherences or items from passed on relatives etc. Non of our family is. That said when my maternal grandmother died I made it known that I would fight any and all comers for this old, beat up, fire hazard of a desk fan from like 1947 or something. It was "deco" teal in color and WELL USED. I made a god aweful sound as it oscillated and roared like a DC3 not firing on all cylinders.

That was the fan I always fell asleep to when I stayed in Maine with them. I LOVE that fan and the memories it brings me.

Of course fighting family was a joke but I was getting and did get that fan and have it and treasure it to this day. I get a little choked up right now just writing about. Everybody in the family made damn sure I got that fan because they knew what it meant to me. I could give damn about money or items of great value but that fan by God means the world to me.

I also have my Grandfathers Winchester "thutty thutty" hunting rifle and my Great Uncles Winchester 62 as well as a Sauer 1913 bring back from my Great Uncle and they all mean something to me beyond what they are, but that fan......that was an INHERITENCE to me, even if in the rare times I still use it.......I wonder if it will burn my house to the ground....but I digress.

A menorah, typewriter, and picture.

July 1910 original cover artwork for The Columbian magazine that I reframed in 2019.



Hope to receive an ivory tusk scrimshawed cribbage board as well.

I have everything I'm ever going to get . There's nobody left .

All I asked for was my Mom's cast iron skillets. Lots of love was expressed to her family with that heirloom cookware.

My dad passed away in 2019, I inherited his low mile 2003 Silverado that he and I would go deer hunting in. A couple years later I tracked down and bought back his 1985 GMC 1/2 ton that he bought new in 1986 as his first truck that he later sold when he bought the Silverado. I learned to drive and hauled my first deer with that 1985.

I would squirrel hunt with my dad and grandpa on my uncle's farm. I inherited my grandpa's Browning A5 16 gauge and much of his WWII Army artifacts because of my interest in it. My cousin received his fishing gear and his 1962 Dodge Dart which is rusting away on my uncle's farm.

Another uncle still has the only car he ever bought, a 1969 Mercury Marquis. He is 79 and doesn't drive anymore, I've asked him a couple times if I can buy it from him, he has no interest and it sits under his carport.

When I'm doing probate work, sometimes families will fight tooth and nail for worthless "stuff" due to its sentimental value.

My Dad gave my boys both of the Model 700 BDLs he bought in 1966. My oldest received the 7mm Remington Magnum and my youngest received the 243 Winchester.

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