My Rosebud

[KC]

My scuba locker is filled to capacity with all sorts of dive toys that could comfortably equip a dive squad.  However, I do appreciate an old, traditional dive watch I have with a rubber strap, black face & rotating bezel.  This is a relic from Jacques Cousteau's time.  It is water proof, keeps pretty good time; and yet it has tremendous sentimental value.

I love to hear what sentimental "rosebuds" you have in your aresenal.

Ken

[Mikekoz13]

I have a little ceramic Crucfix surounded by small plastic roses that my long departed, and very missed, Grandmother gave me when I was in the hospital for surgery at age 17.

33 years later it is still one of my most cherished posessions.

[Mikekoz13]

Also, I have some photos of my Grandmother and Grandfather on their wedding day, circa 1918. I've always cherished these photos...... my parents have the same photos, one of my Grandmother and one of my Grandfather,  in a larger format framed in some very old oval frames.
These hang on the wall in my parents living room. Recently my son was standing next to the one of my Grandfather..... there was an audible gasp from me when I looked up. My son is a dead ringer for my Grandfather. Nobody had ever noticed until my gasp that day, when everybody came running to see. More gasps follwed.

I've already asked my folks to pass those photos on to me so they can bekept safe by me and passed on to my son one day.

[banmuir]

Some years back I was working on my family tree and came across a small pocket-sized devotional book of daily bible readings belonging to my paternal great grandfather. It was inscribed to him from his mother and had a date that didn't match any events of note in the family history.

I later worked out that it was the date he signed up with the City of London Imperial Volunteers to fight in the Anglo-Boer War in South Africa. He was a cavalryman and carried the book during his time in the war. He fell in love with the country and after the war returned and met the lady who was to become my great grandmother. His younger brother also followed him to South Africa and that was the start of those two branches of the family in this country.

[sailor61]

I've got a house full.  The "stuff" ranges from  Christmas ornaments that date to when my maternal grandfather was a youngster in the 1870's to report cards of my paternal grandmother's from before she immigrated to the US from eastern Europe in the early 1900's.  Quilts made by a great great grandmother, tool collection that was my Dad's, plants (gardener here) that I snuck past customs from the Carribean when I was growing up  (my mother swore she would disown me on the spot if caught). A bottle of pennies given to me by my maternal grandmother so I would ne ver be without a cent - she died when I was 5 and the bottle remains intact.   And the list goes on...  I've lost one house in a fire and since then have often wondered if there was only one thing I could grab what it would be?  I'm thinking pictures - very little else in the world is truly irreplaceable in the way photos (from before the digital age) are.  

[KC]

All wonderful responses.  I have a home full of family keepsakes that have great sentimental value.  The dive watch I mentioned earlier in this post was from my Dad who was very proud of my getting my certification way back when.

[Ming the Merciless]

Well, again, many family articles--photograph albums, mostly, but there's a nondescript plain ceramic pitcher I retrieved from my paternal grandmother's house in the early 70s when the house was being closed down.  Nothing special, but I also have a wonderfully detailed photograph of this grandmother, her mother, father, brother, and other sister, taken about 1904 at a "summer camp" in the Adirondacks, and in the shaded background under a tent, on a table, is... the pitcher.  Gave me quite a shiver when I was inspecting the photo with a magnifying glass and saw it for the first time.  So much vanished and gone, yet this pitcher survives.  I'm not so sentimental as to use it every day--it sits on a shelf in the basement, but every time I pass it I recall my grandmother and her family.

[hairless joe]

just like sailor said. a house full of stuff with memories. i've scanned all the old pictures printed and put some on the walls.put the originals in safe keeping. put them all on cd's and gave family members copies

[aarrggh]

 I cherish the tricycle my parents gave me as a child . .They loved me so much .  pic included . v

           

[D.A.L.U.I.]

A total house load, furniture the works.  If one thing were to stand out it would be a set of sterling silver.  My father never talked about his time in the service, he was a WWII vet.  Many of those guys closed the door on that part of their life and got on with living the life they fought for--my dad was one of those.  In fact one of his pet peeves was when guys would get together and start addressing each other by their military titles--absolutely drove him up the wall.  The silver service is part of his military history that he was so tight lipped about.  When my parents married, it was at the end of the war.  My mother was marrying a man who had a different religion, different family traditions--she totally broke the mold.  My father too was breaking the traditions of his family.  They went from California to Reno and were married by a judge--something that neither family approved of.  But my father's shipmates did something that was to my view remarkable, they gave my parents a full sterling silver dinner service for twelve, engraved the whole bit.  I've always wondered what my father had done, how he conducted himself to cause what was for those days a very large expenditure of money by his shipmates.  I never learned why.  It's a mysterious treasure.