Something a bit different. I have my grandad's bible he received during his national service just after WW2. I'm not religious myself, but he quoted his favourite verse in his handwriting on the inside cover "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." That's the most personal trace of him I have left. When I feel upset at day to day things, or angry at something political or which divides us, I think back to that, and it puts everything into context.
My grandads pit lamp who was gone before I was born and that sat on my nans hearth when I was growing up. Makes me think of her and wish I’d met him. Bittersweet.
It was my grandad's York and Lancs cap badge, but i handed it over to my daughter to look after the other week.
My grandads Bradford city players pass for the 1929/30 season. I also have contracts he signed for Bradford and Norwich. Bizarrely though after his initial contracts he turned down longer term deals due to football paying less than the pits. How times have changed.
I've got a toolbox that my Grandad made when he was an apprentice- he died way before I was born so is a rare treasure.
Handwritten letters. I predate the Internet and mobile phones. Our parents had house phones, but when we left home that wasn't an expense anyone I knew could afford. If you wanted to communicate, you wrote a letter. I kept every handwritten letter anyone ever wrote me. Hundreds.
Many Trophies I won playing football and other sports sat in my trophy cabinet. along with my silver watch and Albert chain and my Dad's gold watch and Albert chain.
My Dads England Youth Cap and a Signed David Beckham England Shirt that he personally gave my Dad when he went to Man United training as a guest of Sir Alex.
Yep, you can't beat 'em. I was out for a drink last night with a mate who's just been diagnosed with Alzheimers his memory is great for 30 years ago but yesterday is a mystery. Hang on to them...
I'm the same. Don't really have possessions from loved ones but funnily enough a lot of memories are about possessions, like the biscuit jar !