What family heritage is valuable to you? (14 photos)

Family heritage is not necessarily the family estate or grandma's diamonds. Some people consider the most valuable things to be memorable trinkets that remind them of loved ones. This is how Internet users answered the question of which family heirlooms are most valuable to them.







My mother died when I was just a baby. My dad turned her engagement ring into a chain for me. I treasure this gift very much.





Great-grandfather's World War I medals, which we framed and consider to be family heirlooms.



When my grandfather died, his relatives stole his toolbox. But what was left for me turned out to be much more interesting. These were the things he saved to use a second time.



When I look at this cup, I remember morning coffee with my beloved grandfather, who died 12 years ago.



My 18-year-old mother poses in front of her parents' house in Biskra, Algeria. She took this photo to her father, who was dying of cancer in France, enclosing a leaf from his favorite olive grove. 75 years later I still have the picture and sheet. And my mother died 7 years ago at the age of 86.



My late father's piano, converted into a bar.



The only item I kept from my grandmother. Nowadays no one makes ladles and other things like they did at her age.



A gift my grandfather gave to my grandmother during World War II while he fought on the Pacific Front. I don't know what kind of stone this is. They met on a blind date, got married 5 days later, and 5 days after that he left for the front. They haven't seen each other for two and a half years. They were married for 55 years.



This clock hung in the kitchen of my grandmother's house for many years. After she passed away I wanted to keep them, but before I could get there they were thrown away.



Lobster claw (handle for scale). Was shipped from Maine to Denmark just after World War II, filled with chocolate.



My big brother calling on a toy phone, Christmas, late fifties/early sixties. I was born seven years later.



This mug was given to me by my grandmother when I was five years old in 1976. It wasn't her cup, but it was all I had left to remember her.



The fireman's patch my grandfather wore for 30 years. He started as a volunteer and worked his way up to fire department commander.