Nothing brings a sense of nostalgia quite like family heirlooms. As we see in this sweet story, these heirlooms hold precious memories of loved ones from the past. — Story Guru
Contributed by: Bonnie Roof
I have lived in both Tennessee and Michigan twice but I have chosen to retire in a small country town in Kentucky near the farm on which I was raised. So many changes have taken place in this town yet so much of the familiar remains.
There are a number of relics in our family. I have a draft card, driver’s license, nurse’s license, pipe (my grandfather smoked a pipe from the time he was four years old until he died at the age of 100), nylon gloves, watch, wallet, glasses, and other items that belonged to my grandparents. I have used some of these items to make shadow boxes for myself and my family.
A local jewelry designer took pieces of my grandmother’s costume jewelry and made pins from them. I am currently using many pieces of beautiful maple furniture that belonged to my grandparents and I will inherit a huge beautiful grandfather clock enclosed within a handmade case/stand. I would lie on their couch as a child and listen to the clock chiming.
My grandmother loved to read Christian fiction and I have her tiny bookcase and some of her books. My grandfather was 100 years old when he passed away and my grandmother was 96. They have been gone for quite a few years. My mother and aunt each have an identical large doll that they have kept from their childhood, and I have dolls from my childhood as well. My dolls are 60+ years old. I also have a desk and cedar chest that my father made – both are probably as old, or older, than my dolls.
My brother is the most avid genealogist in our family and as with the family members before us, we will leave many beautiful reminders for the generations to come. My mother is known for the photos she takes – she has photos of nearly every family gathering and outing since I was a child. Her photo albums fill bookcases and tell stories just as books do.
Thinking of the land and historic buildings in our area – my condo community and two schools stand on what used to be part of my grandfather’s large farm where I played as a child. There is also a house in my town that used to be a part of the Underground Railroad.
I’m so blessed to have keepsakes to remind me of the sacrifices, trials, and labors my family has made to make my life, community, and church better. It often isn’t until our later years and after experiencing struggles of our own that we can truly appreciate the trials of our ancestors and the legacy which they have left us.
These are beautiful reminders of a family full of love and history. Thank you for sharing! — Story Guru
Author Bio: Bonnie is a loving mother, church member, story teller, and Kentucky native!
(Edited by Story Guru editor, Ashlee Symank)