I have my late grandmother's 60+ year-old typewriter. It's a small manual that works with a ribbon where you have to hit the keys very hard. She used it for work after my grandfather passed, which was before I was born. This was back in the days before auto-correct and even liquid paper, where if you made a typo you had to start all over again, and my grandmother was a fast and immaculate typist, even well into her 80's. Even though the typewriter still works, I won't use it. But I treasure the connection I have with her, because being a typist (okay, the more recent term, "word processor" ) was my bread-and-butter for many years.
My Mom embroidered for me two Norman Rockwell's and then had them framed.
I inherited a number of items last month from my daughter, I am just discovering the items. Still hurts to be carrying around her driving license, with the misspelled middle name. I will get around to read everything she wrote in those pads I am keeping. But I will treasure the memories that were taken away before they could happen.
My grandfather's ring. He was a soldier in World War one, and while on garrison duty in the months after the Armistice, he had a ring engraved with his name and the year 1919.
I inherited a beautiful Star Sapphire from one of my great grandmothers. One of my most treasured possessions