Heirloom – The Family Treasure

I was going through today’s newspaper when I saw an article about today’s generation losing interest in accepting heirlooms.

“In popular usage, an heirloom is something, perhaps an antique or some kind of jewelry, that has been passed down for generations through family members.” (Wikipedia)


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I felt kind of sad that today’s generation no longer appreciates the value of hand-me-downs from their parents, parents. It was mentioned that children and grandchildren of the older generation often see these items as junk.

         “A study by the investment firm US Trust fount that fewer than half of wealthy boomers say leaving their children a monetary inheritance is a priority. One in 4 said they were concerned that money would make their children lazy, and 1 in 5 said their children would probably just waste it.” (Chicago Tribune/MCT)


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       “According to another study by Allianz Life Insurance Co., 86% of boomers said inheriting family stories and traditions is more important that inheriting money.” (Chicago Tribune/MCT)

Being a sentimental person, I value the old things I see or discover around the house, specially if it meant something to my grandparents or parents during their time. A couple of years ago, I found a set of old photos of my grand father and grand mother way back in the 1940’s and I was practically amazed at what I saw. They were simple photos, taken during significant days or insignificant days. I saw how pretty my grandmother was when she was younger. I saw how handsome my grandfather was. I saw my mom when she was a baby, a teenager, and as young woman. I saw my aunt when she was young and beautiful. I saw they had fun with friends at the park. I saw they had one of those old record players. I saw my Mom dancing in the park with friends while music was playing on their gramophone. Those photos of family, friends, fun and life in the early 1940’s to 1970’s told stories. I don’t really know the specifics, but upon seeing them, I somehow had a glimpse of how their life was during those times. Even my aunt was amazed when she found out I have one of her studio shot when she was younger and asked for a copy. When my Mom found out that I have them, she wanted me to throw it away. But I never did. And instead I asked our house help to keep it safe for me and keep it away from my Mom. My Mom almost burned them but luckily, Ate Ana was able to save them.


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I know, for some who has kept more old stuff than acquiring new ones, it would be terribly difficult to maintain the items in their most holy state. I don’t think one should keep too much, just small things that would help you remember stories about the family or the person who previously owned it. We’ll never know when those items and stories might come in handy.”Each piece has a story, and the memory keepers know it well.” (Chicago Tribune/MCT)

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