The other day I was rummaging through the top of my closet and moved a few things around. I spotted an old hat box that I hadn’t set eyes on in years. Grandma’s hat! Now it is a fur hat, and I’m not really a fur person, which is ironic since Szucs actually means “furrier.” (We used to ask as kids, “Furrier than what?”)
But while it’s not something I usually wear, it was my grandma’s and it is special. I started thinking about that and some of the other unusual heirlooms that I have, and the fact that while I know why they’re all special, my daughter might not. What if something happened to me? Would Grandma’s hat end up in a yard sale? What about all of the other heirlooms?
It was a good reminder to start recording the stories behind all these heirlooms and even some of the things that I have that are just special to me. For example, those ceramic lambs I talked about in the #TBT birthdays post didn’t just adorn my cake as a child. They were also on my daughter’s cake for her first birthday. The Norman Rockwell plates on the wall in the kitchen? Those were my grandmother’s as well. And the clock on my china cabinet—my daddy made it and gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago.
The doll in the china cabinet was my mom’s growing up. I inherited it because it was named Madelon after the aunt who raised her. I named my daughter for that aunt as well and someday I hope that doll will be in Maddy’s china cabinet.
Then there are the heirlooms from the ancestors who I never met, like my maternal grandfather. The book sitting next to Madelon in the foreground of the picture is his copy of Julius Caesar. I love that he treasured it enough to keep it. Since Maddy is a self-proclaimed theater geek and loves Shakespeare, I know she will treasure that as well.
Another family treasure is the nightstick that once belonged to my great-great-grandfather Edwin Brough Dyer. He worked his way up through the force from patrolman to police captain. I’ve always wondered if he was carrying that nightstick the night he caught the murderer that is covered in this article from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle on Newspapers.com.
Behind those heirlooms is another book—the Bible that my grandfather got from his Sunday School teacher when he was 9 years old. The neat thing about it is that there are handwritten notes written by him that give me some insights into that young boy that I only knew as Grandpa. That Bible has a note inside telling me of its origins, whereas there was nothing in that hat box that gave clues as to its provenance and significance—something I will be remedying.
So what about you? What heirlooms do you have and what are the stories behind them? How will you make sure they are passed on and treasured by future generations? Share your story with us, and more importantly, share their significance with your family.