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What material item do you have from your family that has special meaning to you?
Is it from your parents or grandparents? and why does it mean so much?
When I was a little girl, I "lived" (not literally - just whenever I could) at my Grammy and Grampy's farm and during the times when I wasn't working in the gardens pulling weeds or picking bugs off of potato plants, making mud pies with my brother or sitting in my Grammy's secret gardens made by her tree and bush plantings, I was playing with an old wooden, hand-crank music box that played about 5 different tunes. I knew the songs by heart, I would play them so much - humming them was such a comfort to me when I wasn't at the farm. When my Grammy and Grampy passed within days of each other, my Mom gave me the music box and whenever I listen to it, it brings back so many wonderful memories of my childhood and my Grammy and Grampy and their farm.
I have a turn of the century mantle clock from my Mother's house. I love hearing it tick and chime the hour and the half hour during my days - just as my Mother did. It's a constant even now that she's gone.
I have a rock my Grandpa gave to me when I was a freshman in high school (1969). It has a fossil in it and seems to be some type of clay. I think of it as my Rock of Gibraltar pondering Hercules and its strategic significance with history. I also call it my 'Adam's Rib' with a sense of humor.
Unfortunately my Grandpa has passed to another realm and I cannot ask the story behind it. When he gave it to me he told me about wisdom. I don't remember all that he said, yet it impacted me. He was once a mining engineer doing work in South America, so I ponder if that is where he discovered it. He also if I remember right did geological surveys in Alaska. He graduated from Stanford University somewhere around WWI, but I am not sure when. He served in Europe during that conflict.
Reflecting on that rock and of my life since I have kept it some forty-six years I many times ponder it. How long did my Grandpa have it is one question. If it was since the 1920's? then it has a family history of about 100 years. It would be interesting to know. Then again he lived in the deserts of Nevada and the Mojave desert of California too. So maybe he discovered on one of his frequent long walks.
Anyway . . . this question has given me cause to ponder that rock again today. That fossil offers curiosity too. Who knows what that is. I wonder if I should seek out a University department to see if they can date it or offer some knowledge. Maybe it is a cow rib or maybe a dinosaur. My imagination use to run rampant pondering that rock when younger . . . I guess it still does today. Maybe it would make a good writer's prompt for a fictional story of some type . . . hmmmm . . .
An artifact with a mystery. Solving some of the questions might destroy the mistique... or generate more questions. Obviously it was special to him... perhaps a way to keep you curious and asking questions. A special legacy from your grandpa.
I have a portfolio of envelopes that contain patent applications (including for a traffic light and a vacuum cleaner), invention notes, and a small diary from my maternal grandfather. The small diary has a notation above the January 1 entry that says, "married Dec. 1921." That was his marriage to my grandmother. There's also info on his one patented invention, the Ford Vaporizer, which he and his business partner manufactured and distributed.
My mother gave me hers and my dads wedding rings. They were married for twenty-five years before they underwent a nasty divorce. I remember the years of fighting and all the hardship our family, especially the kids, went through. I'm not sure why I cherish them, they've been thrown across the room in anger so many times. But I do remember how many times I told myself that I would never make those mistakes my parents made. I guess I keep the rings as a reminder of what was, and what could have been.
Interesting. Though the memories might not be the fondest, they are nevertheless important. Some people try to forget the negatives, but all of our experiences teach us something.
My daughter was going to sell her wedding rings after her divorce, but she decided to keep them for her daughter. Bella was only 1 when the marriage ended. She wanted her to have something from when her parents were together and happy.
Wedding rings are always a symbol of happiness and hope.
Hi Alyssa, - after an eerily similar story to your mother and father's divorce, my mother gave me her wedding ring and I have worn it on my ring finger with my wedding ring ever since...I really don't know why...
Wristwatch own my father was never leave him. Even while you sleep he does not get rid of them.He gave it to me before he died and I still keep it until now and always see it and imagine my father and memories that will never forget. And I hope that I give my son someday
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