I have on my bookcase two matching ruby red glass vases that belonged to my grandmother Grace.
I have a cast iron skillet in my kitchen and a delicate porcelain bird in my china cabinet that were my grandmother Charlotte's.
In my attic is a box of ancient plates, cups, and saucers, with faded flowers and chips here and there, that belonged to my great-grandmother Phoebe.
I have other family things as well. Somewhere I have a pair of army green boxer shorts that belonged to my grandfather when he was in the Army in World War II. (No, I can't quite remember why I have those!) There is a china platter and a pin from grandma, and last year my mom gave me the ring that my father gave her for Christmas the year she was pregnant with me.
If I thought for a while, I could think of a whole list of family treasures. Family treasure is precious because, while it may not have any value other than the ability to bring memories of your childhood, or your grandparents, or to serve as physical proof of a connection to ancestors you never even knew, that value is held dear. It forms identity and establishes heritage.
Please go read my new post at Deep South Moms where I tell about my mom, normally a sentimental woman, going and messin' with my heritage!