What inherited item do you hold most dear?

My mother’s piano :)

I hate to sound like I’m cleverly dodging the question – but I can’t help but feel like my answer is really myself.

My great-grandmother’s Shabbat candlesticks that she brought over from Russia.

My mom passed very recently, so I have yet to go through everything she had, but the letters I found from my dad to her before they were married will be up there as most cherished. And to think I almost didn’t read them.

My father’s dog-tags. I have them on my key ring so they’re always with me as a reminder if him.

He gave them to me years before he died for no particular reason. After his death, my mother kept everything else, so they’re pretty much all I have of him outside of photos.

My great grandpa’s work “Visa” document that granted him permission to do construction work at the German World Exposition in 1893. He fell in love with Chicago and emigrated here the next year.

My mom died in Late December and I’m wearing her mothers ring.
Also my Dads typed poetry some as old as the 1930’s

Tough question. My Dad’s revolver. He carried it on and off for 50 years. It sits in the gun cabinet never to be fired again. I would love to pass it down to grandchildren and beyond as a piece of history.

Not inherited…..but I cherish my pictures. They are frozen memories/moments in time. Looking at them brings back some wonderful times in my life as well as people. My Daddy died when I was 16 and this is what I have of him. I really should put them on computer but I have thousands of pictures from before the amazing digital camera.
I love this question too.

I have one picture of my father. My mother has some others of her own, but she dealt with losing him by getting rid of everything that reminded her of him. Kind of a bummer now. Something to remember when you lose a loved one.

A Victorian Asiatatic Pheasants Meat Platter which has been passed down through the family.
I also wear my grandmothers wedding ring. I would feel naked without it.

That would probably be one of several items: the solid Honduran mahogany china closet with beveled glass doors that was my mother’s. Then there is the Jasperware Wedgewood tea set that belonged to my grandmother. My great grandfather brought it back to my great grandmother from Bermuda in the early 1800s. I know it is quite valuable but just how valuable, I have not had determined. And finally, the platinum and diamond rings that my daddy gave my mom in 1946 when they were married.

My Mom left a few clothes item that mean a lot to me (‘m not a weirdo, but, it still has her smell), but, other than that, nothing really.

A ring of my Grandmothers that she bought over from Singapore in the late 50’s. It’s not an antique by any means and worth absolutely nothing but it’s the most unique peice of jewellry I have ever seen and I never take it off.

@Jude You’re certainly not a weirdo. I know very well how comforting the lingering smell of a loved one can be.

The carpentry tools my uncle left me….. :-/
Not only are they sentimental, I use them too…….. If I lost them I doubt I could find anything as near as replacements, he got most of them while doing his apprenticeship in the late forties…..

My Granddaddy’s single shot shotgun. It no longer is safe to shoot, and it doesn’t have any value, but I won’t part with it until I die.

My father’s discharge papers from the first world war, and discharge medals, my grandfather’s medal from 1866, the old, old dining room suite, dresser, bureau, and pictures. Boy, people didn’t have many clothes in the old days. This old dresser and bureau set held mom and dad’s clothes!!

My wonderful grandmothers diamond ring , I never take it off

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this earlier – I have my Nanny’s engagement and wedding rings, which I’ve had sized to fit my pinky and middle finger. I never take mine off, either.

After my great grandmother died last May, the women in the family all inherited a portion of her collectible spoon set. It’s really cool because some of them date from the late 1800’s and were made in Norway, where her father immigrated from.

I also inherited a necklace of hers. The pendant has small pearls strung together to look like a lily. I wear it everyday and have developed the habit of fiddling with the lily when I’m nervous, as if she’s close by and can reassure me that things will be okay. :)

My father’s paintings, his money clip – it was a gift from my sister and I to him years ago. His Bible. His class ring.

I have a little hinged wooden box, and I put all of the irreplaceable things in it. I know where it is all the time so I can grab and go if I have to.

I would really miss the sweet sixteen quilt my grandmother made for me in 1959, the beautiful crocheted bedspread my Mother In Law made for our 25th wedding anniversary, and all of the other handmade articles I have scattered all over the house. None of these handmade things can be replaced.

Nothing really. I guess my y chromosome?

@Pattijo There is something very personal about a ring isn’t there? I wear my grandmothers wedding ring all the time :)