There is a ring that's been in my family for awhile; it's a ruby solitaire set in gold. Before February 25, 2010, I had worn it once on my wedding day as something old. I then gave it right back to my mother for safe keeping in her bottom drawer where she kept other random things of value. You see, the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter is to have it whenever the previous mother says so. I think my mom got it from her mother when she was 40. But I am not sure.
And while I cannot quite explain how finding that you have something almost a century old is incredibly enchanting, intriguing, and valuable in many ways, I'd much rather not have this story to tell yet. I'd rather my mama still have it safe in her bottom drawer.