Family
Heirlooms
Those family heirlooms.
Perhaps they are just a little old. They were your parents’ precious
possessions. Maybe they are generations or centuries old. You may know little
or nothing of the original owner, just that it was something passed down through
those lines to you. The value may be great or have no monetary worth. But now
they are yours or at least yours as a curator of those heirlooms. With that
responsibility comes the difficult decisions to which descendants will receive
these precious objects. Let’s face it, you received these heirlooms because
your siblings aren’t interested, may sell them on-line or toss them in the damp
cellar.
I’ve been a curator for most
of my family’s heirlooms. A plate with a dog and dog house on it supposedly
came with my second great grandparents from Germany. It appears to be a rustic
plate made of stein material. My mother’s grandmother gave it to my father. She
always called him “her big boy” even though that relationship was only through
marriage. Cut glass pieces belonged to my mom, my dad’s sister, and his
parents. Unfortunately, I don’t know who’s whose was whose. My grandfather’s
shaving mug with his name in gold letters that would have been at his barber’s
shop sits in my china closet. There is a musical photo album that was a wedding
gift to my grandmother from her mother. Many more treasures are in my “museum”.
People don’t use doilies any longer but there are quite a few in a drawer
because they were something my mother, grandmother and great grandmother created.
Photographs abound too. Those I am trying to digitize and give electronic
copies in case disaster strikes and copies will still exist.
But why are all these things
with me? My parents had siblings. Did they get family heirlooms? I know some
did and still have them. Others received objects but didn’t keep them. Still
others never had something passed to them. Their parents knew better than to
trust them with an heirloom. Thank you, family, for your confidence in me to
care for them but it is getting a little crowded at my house.
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