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Post by twoboyzmom on May 6, 2017 0:24:00 GMT
After someone passes away. My dad passed April 7th. I took a few of his flannel shirts he wore all the time and my boys and husband have a few cherished items too. One thing dad had was a pair of cowboy boots he's had for years but hadnt worn in a while. Both my sister and I expressed wanting them (nom didn't) and she finally said we can each have one. Now I'm trying to find something to "do" with it...but know i wanted it.
What's something different you may have?
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Post by jeremysgirl on May 6, 2017 0:26:08 GMT
I have my brothers sunglasses. I keep them on a shelf in my bedroom. My brother did not have much in the way of personal possessions and we wanted to make sure his son got the vast majority of his things. But my mom gave me his sunglasses and I cherish them.
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Post by happymomma on May 6, 2017 0:28:51 GMT
How's this for odd? My great grandmother lost an eye to Glaucoma. So she got a fake eye. When she died, they gave it to my grandma. Who gave it to my mom. Who gave it to me. So, yes, I have Great Grandma's fake eye. What a family heirloom.
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Post by myshelly on May 6, 2017 0:30:37 GMT
Every time I went out to eat with my family my grandmother would ask for a to go box and then steal a little dish in it.
You know, the little ramekins restaurants bring dressing or condiments in, the little bowls Mexican restaurants have salsa in, a little bread plate, butter bowl, the little pitcher for cream, the bowl a side dish might come in. It was always something.
When she passed I inherited her stolen dish collection.
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Post by jeremysgirl on May 6, 2017 0:45:13 GMT
How's this for odd? My great grandmother lost an eye to Glaucoma. So she got a fake eye. When she died, they gave it to my grandma. Who gave it to my mom. Who gave it to me. So, yes, I have Great Grandma's fake eye. What a family heirloom. You win!
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Post by Delta Dawn on May 6, 2017 0:50:17 GMT
A cello I can no longer play due to breaking my pinky finger in 2 places. Pretty hard to play without your left pinky. That A string if it is A I can't remember any longer.
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Post by azredhead on May 6, 2017 1:03:47 GMT
My mom passed in February. The oddest thing was probably some premade cards. She knows I make cards/scrapbooking. These were store bought sets like you see at Costco or something. In sets. That's not the odd part. The odd part is some of them are horribly depressing sentiments. She had piles of them. The crazy part was apparently I don't have all of them. My aunt said she got a box as well. More random ones but there were still loads of deperessing ones. She said on days when my mom was sad they would go card shopping or just read them but not buy them. The funny ones. For a good laugh. So why did she have all the depressing ones? I guess my sister figured I could do something with them. It's so weird. Why would she keep them? They were never addressed to anyone thank goodness! Not so odd I have a few sets of her reading glasses. They all mostly had fun prints on them. Some she had even left when she was staying here . And her hats. She was a hat wearer so they got divided up with my sisters. I have other things too but mostly just clothing and a few statues that had meaning to them.
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Post by vspindler on May 6, 2017 1:04:53 GMT
My dh asked for his grandpa's pageboy cap. It was something he associated with his grandpa. I actually had it cleaned and put it in a shadow box with a picture of dh's grandpa wearing the hat as a gift for dh.
My sister asked for my grandpa's penny collection. They weren't a real collection, just a few jars of pennies, but she also had gotten into collecting pennies and wanted his.
I didn't request it, but ended up with it, but I was bequeathed my grandpa's lefse grill by my uncle since I was going to use it for that purpose (which means he gets lefse lol!)
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Post by 950nancy on May 6, 2017 1:17:02 GMT
My mom was a very funny lady. She was your typical church lady who had this very funny streak to her. Before my wedding, she said she would have to find me something borrowed to carry down the aisle. She pulled open her jewelry drawer and pulled out her very, vey old IUD. She told me I should carry that. We both a good laugh, and when she passed, I got her jewelry box and in it was that damn IUD. I have had it for 30 years.
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Post by femalebusiness on May 6, 2017 1:28:49 GMT
I have a short piece of a board with a handmade square nail in it. It came from the house that my mom grew up in in Missouri.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 1:29:38 GMT
After someone passes away. My dad passed April 7th. I took a few of his flannel shirts he wore all the time and my boys and husband have a few cherished items too. One thing dad had was a pair of cowboy boots he's had for years but hadnt worn in a while. Both my sister and I expressed wanting them (nom didn't) and she finally said we can each have one. Now I'm trying to find something to "do" with it...but know i wanted it. What's something different you may have? You could flowers out of those shirts and use the boot as a vase to hold?
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 1:35:12 GMT
I have a set of those white goose with bows stacking measuring scoops. They are chipped but they have been by every kitchen sink we have had.
My mother threw them out when she came to visit because they were dirt catchers and broken. 9months pregnant I tipped over the garbage bin to get them back. God knows what else she threw out when I was in the hospital.
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Post by scrapsuzy on May 6, 2017 1:36:21 GMT
She pulled open her jewelry drawer and pulled out her very, vey old IUD. She told me I should carry that. We both a good laugh, and when she passed, I got her jewelry box and in it was that damn IUD. I have had it for 30 years. I thought the glass eye was the winner, but I think the crown goes to the IUD. I can't imagine.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 1:41:56 GMT
The oddest thing was probably some premade cards. She knows I make cards/scrapbooking. These were store bought sets like you see at Costco or something. In sets. That's not the odd part. The odd part is some of them are horribly depressing sentiments. She had piles of them. The crazy part was apparently I don't have all of them. My aunt said she got a box as well. More random ones but there were still loads of deperessing ones. She said on days when my mom was sad they would go card shopping or just read them but not buy them. The funny ones. For a good laugh. So why did she have all the depressing ones? I guess my sister figured I could do something with them. It's so weird. Why would she keep them? They were never addressed to anyone thank goodness! Maybe those depressing ones were included in the box sets and not ones that she purchased separately? I purchased one set one time and there were a couple of funky ones mixed in. Didn't have the heart to simply toss them so I'm sure they are sitting in a box somewhere in my house as well.
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Post by purplebee on May 6, 2017 1:54:24 GMT
Dh and I have been married for 45 years. Before we married, we bought some red wine in a little bottle shaped like a cluster of grapes. It probably measures 6" long and holds about a pint. That little bottle has sat unopened in every refrigerator we have ever owned. Why? Beats me, but it is always in the back of the fridge!
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Post by flute4peace on May 6, 2017 2:05:20 GMT
How's this for odd? My great grandmother lost an eye to Glaucoma. So she got a fake eye. When she died, they gave it to my grandma. Who gave it to my mom. Who gave it to me. So, yes, I have Great Grandma's fake eye. What a family heirloom. I don't even have to read rhe rest. You win.
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Post by flute4peace on May 6, 2017 2:12:42 GMT
My mom was a very funny lady. She was your typical church lady who had this very funny streak to her. Before my wedding, she said she would have to find me something borrowed to carry down the aisle. She pulled open her jewelry drawer and pulled out her very, vey old IUD. She told me I should carry that. We both a good laugh, and when she passed, I got her jewelry box and in it was that damn IUD. I have had it for 30 years. Oh dear. rhis one might win too.
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Post by flute4peace on May 6, 2017 2:14:35 GMT
Dh and I have been married for 45 years. Before we married, we bought some red wine in a little bottle shaped like a cluster of grapes. It probably measures 6" long and holds about a pint. That little bottle has sat unopened in every refrigerator we have ever owned. Why? Beats me, but it is always in the back of the fridge! You should totally drink it on your 50th!
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Post by melanell on May 6, 2017 2:21:21 GMT
My grandfather felt compelled to give me this fake bird that my grandmother had. Not only was it a little freaky (it was lifelike with feathers and all) but my grandmother smokes, so it was discolored and smelled very very strongly of stale cigarette smoke. I took a photo of it and threw it away! I'm all for keeping heirlooms of all sorts, and I have many, but that one was just not something I wanted around.
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Post by hop2 on May 6, 2017 2:25:23 GMT
1 I have some of my dads tool and I use them 2 I have one last bottle of wine that my sister gave me before she died I'm trying to get together with my niece to drink it. 3 after my mom died I found a rated x key chain in her robe pocket. I mean there are 2 figures & movement & everything rated x. Well the kids were around and so i just slipped in my sweater pocket and forgot about it. I actually still have it somewhere not sure what the heck I'm supposed to do with it but I haven't been able to throw it out. Anyone want a dirty key chain?
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Post by purplebee on May 6, 2017 2:34:53 GMT
Dh and I have been married for 45 years. Before we married, we bought some red wine in a little bottle shaped like a cluster of grapes. It probably measures 6" long and holds about a pint. That little bottle has sat unopened in every refrigerator we have ever owned. Why? Beats me, but it is always in the back of the fridge! You should totally drink it on your 50th! Yeah! Actually, I'm sure it's turned to vinegar by now....
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Post by tracyarts on May 6, 2017 2:43:23 GMT
The saddle from my dad's horse. She was alive in the 60s-80s, but he kept her saddle. After he passed away, my mom kept it too. When she passed away, it was left for me. It wasn't oiled and maintained, just stored in a utility/storage room. I don't know what to do with it. I may not have storage space for it when we move. But it's not in usable condition any longer because the leather has deteriorated. I may tear it apart and salvage some of the hardware to repurpose in an altered art project so I can keep part of it with me. Or pass it along to someone who loves cowboy memorabilia to use as decor. I haven't decided yet.
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Post by leeny on May 6, 2017 3:25:20 GMT
1 I have some of my dads tool and I use them 2 I have one last bottle of wine that my sister gave me before she died I'm trying to get together with my niece to drink it. 3 after my mom died I found a rated x key chain in her robe pocket. I mean there are 2 figures & movement & everything rated x. Well the kids were around and so i just slipped in my sweater pocket and forgot about it. I actually still have it somewhere not sure what the heck I'm supposed to do with it but I haven't been able to throw it out. Anyone want a dirty key chain? My mom has one of those key chains! My Nana sold them in her boutique in Hollywood in the 60's-70's. She also sold a matching ring I have a porcelain basket of flowers that my grandparents had on their living room table. What is fun about it is that I asked about it years before they passed and they said it would be mine. After my Nana died, Grandpa told me he would sit on the couch and when it was time to get up, he used the handle of the basket to balance himself to stand and he would thank "Ilene's basket of flowers" for their help.
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Post by femalebusiness on May 6, 2017 14:41:35 GMT
Dh and I have been married for 45 years. Before we married, we bought some red wine in a little bottle shaped like a cluster of grapes. It probably measures 6" long and holds about a pint. That little bottle has sat unopened in every refrigerator we have ever owned. Why? Beats me, but it is always in the back of the fridge! I had champagne in a pretty bottle that we kept for probably close to thirty years, always intending to open it on an anniversary but kept forgetting. We finally opened it and almost gagged. Awful! It ended up down the drain.
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Post by georgiapea on May 6, 2017 14:50:03 GMT
Probably one of my dad's hand crafted wrought iron radio stands, one he gave to my mom's youngest brother. I feel so fortunate that my uncle gifted it to me. My dad was a welder and it's from him I obtained my artistic flair. Or so I tell myself.
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Post by GiantsFan on May 6, 2017 14:53:10 GMT
I inherited my grandmothers sewing machine that she got as a wedding gift in 1940 from my grandfather. Not so weird or anything and it has sentimental value to me. But along with it came a roto-tiller and her two of her gopher traps.
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Post by crazy4scraps on May 6, 2017 15:02:14 GMT
After my mom died, it took over four years to settle the estate because my sister and her idiot lawyer didn't know what they were doing. When it came time to divide up the stuff in my mom's jewelry box, etc. I ended up with a bunch of those trinkety metal religious medals that she had in there with her jewelry. Even though I no longer practice that religion (Catholic) I think it would be in bad form to just throw them away.
After my grandma died, we went to help clean out her house with over 50 years worth of stuff in it. One of the things my mom took home was a single ancient leather baby shoe. She said it was my grandpa's when he was a baby. I don't know if it really was or not, but I have it now.
When MIL died, DH got a lot of weird stuff. One of the things he took home was a big (as in maybe 3'x4'x2') wooden crate with rope handles that has his grandpa's name stenciled on the side. It's not in good shape at all and is way too ratty to put in the house even if it was cleaned up, so it sits out in the garage taking up space.
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Post by Lexica on May 6, 2017 16:06:52 GMT
Mine is a weird item, but certainly not on the same level as an artificial eye!
I received a chair leg. Well, actually a piece of a chair leg. It began its second life at the hands of my grandfather who cut down to about 8 inches in length and sanded the end into a smooth round ball. My grandfather had made it for my grandmother, to be used as a pestle when she crushed garlic, which I guess she did about every single day.
When Grandma died, my uncle began using it in his home. My father mentioned this chair leg to me one afternoon and said he would love to get his brother to send it to him. Unfortunately, Dad passed away before he could do this. A few months after he died, I remembered this pestle and called my uncle to ask if I could have it. By this time, he had been put into a home and all of his belongings were being sold off. I knew he wasn't able to cook for himself any longer and was afraid it might have already been thrown out when his son sold his home and belongings after putting him into this home.
Fortunately, my cousin was able to locate this pestle, had no desire to keep it himself, and sent it to me. He didn't send the bowl Grandma used, but I was thrilled to be getting the one thing my father had wanted from his childhood. He had a lot of memories of watching his mom use this thing to crush garlic and sometimes herbs when she cooked. My dad was frequently in the kitchen helping his mom and learning how to cook some of his favorite ethnic foods. He loved to cook and was truthfully much better at it than Mom. They eventually worked into a routine of Dad making the meal and Mom baking all the desserts.
So, I now have the chair leg and if you didn't know the story behind it, you would wonder how this thing made it into the kitchen drawer and would undoubtedly throw it away. I have to say, it is not as attractive as its story, but I think it is pretty awesome. It is well over 100 years old since Grandpa took it off an old chair to start with and Grandma used it for at least 50 years herself. My uncle used it for a good 40 years, taking it from Grandma's home after her murder. And now, I have it. It has been oiled so many times that it is saturated and doesn't really feel like wood any longer.
I plan on leaving it to my son since he is an awesome chef, with the request that he keeps it in the family, along with the story I am going to type up. My son has decided he isn't going to have any children, so he will have to choose among his nieces and nephews as to who gets it after him. I just hope it stays with the story and is passed on, generation to generation for years to come.
I don't think there will be any fighting over who eventually inherits it. When I told my sisters that I had it and asked if they would like to see it, neither of them was interested. I guess I'm a romantic and love that my grandfather made this for her early in their marriage with things he found in the barn. My sisters just hear "old chair leg" and have no interest. I haven't actually used it yet, since I have an awesome mortar and pestle set, but I have to try it at least once.
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Post by LavenderLayoutLady on May 7, 2017 11:15:56 GMT
Mine is a weird item, but certainly not on the same level as an artificial eye! I received a chair leg. Well, actually a piece of a chair leg. It began its second life at the hands of my grandfather who cut down to about 8 inches in length and sanded the end into a smooth round ball. My grandfather had made it for my grandmother, to be used as a pestle when she crushed garlic, which I guess she did about every single day. When Grandma died, my uncle began using it in his home. My father mentioned this chair leg to me one afternoon and said he would love to get his brother to send it to him. Unfortunately, Dad passed away before he could do this. A few months after he died, I remembered this pestle and called my uncle to ask if I could have it. By this time, he had been put into a home and all of his belongings were being sold off. I knew he wasn't able to cook for himself any longer and was afraid it might have already been thrown out when his son sold his home and belongings after putting him into this home. Fortunately, my cousin was able to locate this pestle, had no desire to keep it himself, and sent it to me. He didn't send the bowl Grandma used, but I was thrilled to be getting the one thing my father had wanted from his childhood. He had a lot of memories of watching his mom use this thing to crush garlic and sometimes herbs when she cooked. My dad was frequently in the kitchen helping his mom and learning how to cook some of his favorite ethnic foods. He loved to cook and was truthfully much better at it than Mom. They eventually worked into a routine of Dad making the meal and Mom baking all the desserts. So, I now have the chair leg and if you didn't know the story behind it, you would wonder how this thing made it into the kitchen drawer and would undoubtedly throw it away. I have to say, it is not as attractive as its story, but I think it is pretty awesome. It is well over 100 years old since Grandpa took it off an old chair to start with and Grandma used it for at least 50 years herself. My uncle used it for a good 40 years, taking it from Grandma's home after her murder. And now, I have it. It has been oiled so many times that it is saturated and doesn't really feel like wood any longer. I plan on leaving it to my son since he is an awesome chef, with the request that he keeps it in the family, along with the story I am going to type up. My son has decided he isn't going to have any children, so he will have to choose among his nieces and nephews as to who gets it after him. I just hope it stays with the story and is passed on, generation to generation for years to come. I don't think there will be any fighting over who eventually inherits it. When I told my sisters that I had it and asked if they would like to see it, neither of them was interested. I guess I'm a romantic and love that my grandfather made this for her early in their marriage with things he found in the barn. My sisters just hear "old chair leg" and have no interest. I haven't actually used it yet, since I have an awesome mortar and pestle set, but I have to try it at least once. That is such a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.
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Post by Rainy_Day_Woman on May 7, 2017 11:28:59 GMT
I have a puffed out puffer fish named Leonard and a taxidermied Koala. One was my great-great grandmother's and the latter was my great grandmother's.
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