Duck Duck Goose, you’re exactly right!!
Some of those pieces are similar to our bowl, but none are exactly the same. I am actually glad it’s not worth a lot of money, because we would never sell it. No matter what the real history is, it’s our family heirloom! 
When my paternal grandparents passed away, I was given several items of personal value, rather than monetary value. Thing was, my widowed grandfather was being taken care of my two cousins, and anything of obvious monetary value was taken (by one cousin in particular, we believe, since he also pulled some scam using my deceased grandfather’s information to get credit cards to order things over the internet) such as my grandmother’s jewelry and her collection of amethyst geodes.
What I did get, means far more than a few pieces of gold. I received my grandmother’s cedar hope chest, which was a high school graduation gift from her parents; the chest contained several boxes of family photographs, a baby book of my father, and little bits and pieces from my great-grandmother such as her glasses and handkerchiefs. From my grandfather’s side, his family Bible that came from his grandfather–which has a load of family information.
My maternal grandmother has been giving my mother and I several pieces, since she seems to trust us the most that we would appreciate and take care of them. Most of the things have been little china pieces and family photographs, but one thing that we treasure is my great-grandmother’s rocking chair–the chair in which she rocked my grandmother when she was a baby. It’s in a corner with a collection of teddy bears sitting quite comfortably (since all of us are terrified to sit in it!).
When my grandmother died, all of us grandkids got to choose items from her household to take home and keep, use, do with what we wish. Unbeknowst to me (or anyone else) my mom had kept back an old quilt that my great-grandmother had made. She gave it to my later. My mom wanted me to have it, since unlike my cousins I wasn’t married yet and wouldn’t have a wedding gift from my grandmother. It’s a wonderful quilt.
My father also gave my husband an antique hand plane as sort of a welcome-to-the-family. It had been given to him by his father-in-law. The nice thing is, my husband was just starting to get interested in antique hand tools, and it started his collection.
Those are both from my family. When my parents die, it’s going to be a tossup who gets called first, the coroner or the auctioneer. My father has collected numerous things over the years: skookum dolls, indian artifacts, antique lithographs, antique decoys, and antique fishing lures (and he is a professional dealer of the last three; so is my mom).
In contrast, my husband’s family never met an antique they didn’t hate. They’d put a Tiffany lamp on the curb (I’m not joking, there is a chance that they have done so – before I met them). When my husband’s nana moved to a different assisted-living residence last year, they had to get rid of even more of her furniture but luckily this time they asked if we wanted any. My husband and I chose a chair and his brother took the matching rocker. It’s Stickley. Not Gustav, but Stickley Brothers, close enough to make me happy. LOL Nana is always trying to give me her old things because she’s so upset about what has been discarded over the years and has figured out I appreciate the older stuff. Of course, she gives me things like old stockings and horrible nylon nightgowns…