Sentimental items of no real valu, but priceless.

[GH85Carrera]

My beloved grandmother, my dad's mom, made this for me as a Christmas ornament when she was near the end of her life. She was blind in one eye, and legally blind in the other eye. She was determined to make me an ornament and this was the result.

It has no intrinsic value and when I am gone it will be trash. I would not sell it for anything. She died a few months later, and I really miss her.

My wife will not hang it on our tree, so I hung it in my office. It will go back in the attic after Christmas.

What items do you have that are pure sentimental, with no real value that you would not sell or dispose of?

[vash]

nothing I own is as cool as that, with that backstory!!! I love it.

[HobieMarty]

Everything!!!

Seriously, that is a very special ornament and a reminder of your Grandmother. I'm sure that the ornament truly means a great deal for you and it should. When I look at the ornament and after hearing the explanation of it, I see not just pieces of felt stitched together, but I see a person who was determined to create something from their heart to pass along to someone that they dearly loved. I see the determination to have the ability to produce something and prove to themselves that they could still do something even struggling to do so. Most of all, when I see that ornament, I see Love.
Display that ornament proudly.

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[wswartzwel]

My mom made this one. she passed away early at 64. My wife hangs it and a few others even though it isn’t shiny. One of the great things about the holidays is remembering the years and people gone by. Thanks for starting this thread.

[vash]

mine is ridiculous.


its a stick. it was a spoon. a wooden spoon. when I bought my first house I was a scared and nervous wreck. a storeowner I have never met, offered me a housewarming gift..I picked it off their tiny home goods display. that act of kindness was so well timed..I felt like I made the right decision.

it was my go-to spoon forever. I owned fancier ones, but I kept reaching for the beater. it was charred a few times, and eventually came apart at the bowl. my wife wanted to toss it, but I couldnt.. I still think about that small store and staff. I cut off the bowl and now it is my sourdough starter stir stick.

[vash]

The stick. Haha.

[Evans, Marv]

I've had this little toy train since 1944. My grandpa who died in 1952 at the age of 65 made it for me. It is one of several wood play things he made for me. One was an artidulated, wooden grasshopper that didn't survive my pulling it around everywhere. This little train toy is well worn on the edges, and some of the wood wheels were replaced by large buttons. My wife keeps it on display on the coffee table in the living roon.

[Scott Douglas]

Not a Christmas ornament, just a simple tool. A wood handled screw driver my Dad had. I can remember playing with a toy tow truck I got for Christmas one year and jamming this into my hand while trying to get a tire off one of the rims of the truck. Got me pretty good, right along the life line of my left hand.
This was my favorite tool when growing up. I keep it in my desk drawer now, not my tool box.

It is special to me, no one else I'm pretty sure. I'm sure it's older than I am, and I'm older than dirt.

[911 Rod]

Must be some dust in the air here.
M x wife threw out the wooden spoon that my Italian mother gave me when I first moved out 45 years ago.
My sister had 2 from when my mother passed in 2018 and gave me one a couple of months ago.
I think about her when I use it.

[GH85Carrera]

From that same grandmother, I have her gravy stirring spoon. It was silver, and after a lifetime of stirring gravy made in a cast iron skillet, the edge is very worn down. The handle is close to breaking, and I just keep it im my safe. Since it is silver, it has a nominal melt value. Not in my lifetime.

As a kid I saw her making gravy for grandpa using that spoon.

My grandfather made a big deal of giving me his butcher knife he used for decades when he worked at Armor and Co, cutting up cattle and pigs, and every other food animal. It is a Green River Works knife, and with little effort, I can sharpen it to scalpel like sharpness, and then I end up just touching it to a finger and cut myself, so i keep it just a little duller. It has a wooden handle, and I am sure that would never be allowed on today's butcher floors. He was there 100 years ago, and went from loading rail road cars to running the credit union when they finally shut down.

[pwd72s]

An old Lesney Matchbook Jaguar...Mom put it atop my 16th birthday cake..found it with dried frosting inside it's wheels while cleaning out her house after she passed....I had to quit for that day.

[flatbutt]

My grandmother used to turn balls of string into amazing works of art generally known as doilies.

Machine can make them now but I used to watch her do this while watching tv and counting the knots in her head.

Not worth a dime AFAIK but priceless as heirlooms.

[LWJ]

An old Epiphone from 1941 or 1942. Market value has to be well under $1000. It is beat. I bought it for $10 in 1981ish and it was old and battered then. Other than family or my dog, that guitar is coming with me when the house burns. And? I am not even a guitar player. I did log many hours on it long ago though.

[Baz]

[oldE]

Where do I begin? There's the rough pine table my grandfather made for his new wife when they set up housekeeping. There's the single violin tuning peg from his brother's fiddle. There's the oak rocking chair the community gave to my wife's paternal grandfather when he returned from WW I. There is the tool chest from my MIL's grandfather. How about the table and chairs bought by my FIL's grandmother? Or the little bookshelf my father made in the 30s out of the wood salvaged from an orange crate?