i inherited my granny's rocking chair. my dog has chewed both the arms when she was a pup, and its not pretty but i can't part with it. whenever i sit in it i always think of her sitting in it and get a really warm feeling. she died 14 years ago and still miss her.
anyone else kept things they may not even like just because they are inherited and have sentimental value?
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One day I lost it, chain broke somehow, was really upset...
Over 30 years later I was visiting my aunt in Gravesend and she said she had a surprise for me...
It was only my St Christopher...!!!
She'd found it years ago down the side of a settee she was about to get rid of, God knows how it got down there...
I polished it up and it looks brand new...
Brings back great memories...
A victorian writing box and my dads army cap badge although hes still alive.
The most 'valuable' but the one I could never display is a yellow star given to me mum in Berlin in 47 by a german Jew who had survived the war.
Some of my Grandad's old engineering tools and a casting of a part from a Spitfire he was involved with making.
My parents have got my Grandad's old piano that will eventually come my way. We've got photos of him playing it in his front garden during the VE day party that was held in the street.
God knows where it going to go but could never get rid of it.
Not worth anything?
On the contrary Keston...they're in fact worth a very great deal..............................to you that is.
Oh you are a miserable old so an so!!! lol.
Bren..there's a post 'especially for you' in the England Manager no respect thread!
It was probably the only scrap of paper he could find, but the the person who wrote it took such care to write a long and comforting letter while the world was disintegrating around him. It brings tears to my eyes every time I see it.
If appropriate, would you mind sharing it (or at least some of it) with us Vienna?
The letter was hand-written, in pencil, on a scrap of what I remember as a maths school exercise book. The letter starts off with "very sorry to inform you that your husband is missing since November 30, but you should not worry as I am confident that he is now a prisoner in Germany and that you will soon receive confirmation of this from the War Office*. This was still the "stiff upper lip" era, but he apologised for not being able to tell her what had happened and where they were, other than that it was somewhere in France.
I worked out from his regimental records and via the internet that it must have been the Battle of Cambrai, the first time that tanks were used. The British attacked and gained a lot, in First WW terms, of ground, but on November 30 the Germans counter-attacked, and that was when my grandfather was captured. I also found out the the poor devil who wrote the letter was killed a few weeks later, along with 45000 other British "casualties" and 45000 Germans. All for a net gain of zero yards when the battle ended. Almost a full Wembley Stadium. What a f------ waste!
How did the song go......................"Oh Oh Oh What a Lovely War."