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What is the most ancient piece of personal memorabilia that you still preserve?

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Shit, crap, I forgot to type "memorabilia crap", but I was trying not to make it too long...


Still keep childhood toys, academic records, body parts..?
 
Probably a silver and ivory teething ring that had been used for at least 200 years in my mother's family.

And then tons of other stuff that I ended up with over the years.
 
Probably a silver and ivory teething ring that had been used for at least 200 years in my mother's family.

And then tons of other stuff that I ended up with over the years.
I was more interested in those "tons of other stuff" that we can assume truly relate to your own existence, assuming you are not a 200-year-old fossile...

But it's ultimately your life and your response any way :cool: :rolleyes: :mrgreen:
 
A small stainless steel mixing bowl my mother gave me when I moved out. Only in bright light and with strong glasses can you see what remains of the 50's style engraving on the bottom.

A VHS copy of "The Shining" from 1981 when Warner Bros. was putting them out in huge cases. It's heavy, too.

A Seaside Heights t-shirt from the 70's when we had a summer house there. It's little more than cheesecloth now, but intact. I look damn sexy in it too, or terribly pathetic. I haven't decided. There's a thin line between the two.

The foreskin of Christ, which by now pretty much a piece of beef jerky. Makes a good cat toy, but I haven't seen it in a while which means Maple probably lost it under the fridge.
 
I have a stuffed bunny. One of the eyes fell off. Grandmama came to visit from Mobile while we lived in Oregon and she embroidered an eye. I was two.
 
I was more interested in those "tons of other stuff" that we can assume truly relate to your own existence, assuming you are not a 200-year-old fossile...

But it's ultimately your life and your response any way :cool: :rolleyes: :mrgreen:
So the teething ring (which was the earliest thing I used and have)....like this:

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But I thought about it more and I still have a 1 foot square piece of a dark pink woolen blanket that I carried with me to the age of 3 when I was still sucking my thumb.

All the other shit is toys from the time I was 2, all my school records, the stuff I made for my mom and dad for mother's and father's day, christmas etc.

And all my high school books, essays and every fucking thing from University.

I did burn all the artwork I did that I gave my family.

Our house is a repository for all this memorabilia. Not just mine but my parents and grandparents as well.
 
I don’t keep trinkets or memorabilia. They don’t bring me any pleasure.

That being said the oldest thing is probably my birth certificate 😂
 
I don’t keep trinkets or memorabilia. They don’t bring me any pleasure.
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So the teething ring (which was the earliest thing I used and have)....like this:

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But I thought about it more and I still have a 1 foot square piece of a dark pink woolen blanket that I carried with me to the age of 3 when I was still sucking my thumb.

All the other shit is toys from the time I was 2, all my school records, the stuff I made for my mom and dad for mother's and father's day, christmas etc.

And all my high school books, essays and every fucking thing from University.

I did burn all the artwork I did that I gave my family.

Our house is a repository for all this memorabilia. Not just mine but my parents and grandparents as well.
Are you serious about that, Dio?
 
I have a silver napkin ring given to me when I was born. It's never been used. In my mother's attic are several boxes of my childhood toys, untouched since the last millennium. Somewhere I have school reports covering the years from 7 to 18. Haven't looked at them for ages either.

I also have two or three Enid Blyton "Famous Five" books which were originally my mother's when she was a girl and which I acquired in due course.

The most ancient items are probably a couple of books which my great-grandfather won at school back in the day.
 
Pictures of me as a toddler and pictures of relatives from before that, including of my great grandparents and my grandparents weddings in 1914. Also a couple of high school yearbooks and a couple of books from college. No toys or stuffed animals from childhood that I am aware of. Also a dining room chair from my grandparents. There is a story behind that chair. In the 1930's my grandparents moved into house that didn't have a dining room, only eating in the kitchen. They gave their dining room set, probably purchased before 1930 from Sears and Roebuck, to a relative who could use it. Some time later they went to visit this relative and found that the relative had taken a saw and sawed off the corners of the dining room table because they kept bumping into the sharp corners and hurting themself on it. My grandparents were so upset by how their dining room set was being abused that when the relative went into the kitchen to get refreshments to serve them, they grabbed the one chair and ran out the front door, across the porch, down the porch steps and were shoving the chair into their car when the people came to the window to see where they were going. They saved one chair. They never went back to see those relatives. Probably in the 1960's they gave us the chair and we have had it since.
 
There was one of those at my grandmother’s house. The thing gave me nightmares, it creeped me out for some reason.


I figure as long as it is still sucking it's thumb we will be okay.
 
Still keep childhood toys, academic records, body parts ?

I still have my first teddy-bear.
He was given to me - aged four - on the birth of my younger sister, so I wouldn't feel abandoned as "the baby"
He is named "Laurence George" - which my sister was to be named were she born a boy.
He's presently in my wardrobe awaiting repair and eyes replacement.
 
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