I have an armoire(sp?) that belonged to my grandfather.It is dated 1902 I believe, give or take a couple of years. I had asked him for it when I was very little and when he died it came to me.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
Aside from mu body, a 1954 untampered unit, I have a stamp from the Papal States, 1800’s (?), which is real but has a fake cancellation to attempt to increase its value. Now worth 10-20 dollars.
I own the Earth, best estimate puts it at 4.5 billion years of age. Beat that, punk.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
I have a fossil of a sea creature, bigger than a half dollar, beautifully defined, both halves fitting together in a lovely fashion. Since it’s from a riverbed in Tibet, (I got it in Nepal), wouldn’t it be from a time when the Himalaya was under the sea?
“Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.” Bob Dylan
I have a family bible that was brought over from Europe (it’s in German). Although there’s no publication date in it, it has entries of family members’ births, marriages, deaths, etc. inscribed in the back. The first entries are from the early 1800’s, but appear to have been written in 1852…
“Jacob Steinfeld was born in the town of Flonheim in the country of Hessen Durmstadt Germany, Sept. 24th 1825 - Emigrated to The United States of America May 12, 1846.”
“Hannah Steinfeld (nie Kramer) was born in The Village of Obermehlingen in The Kingdom of Bavaria Germany, Dec. 23d 1827 - Emigrated to The United States of America May 18th 1852.”
I inherited it from my grandmother when she passed away (I miss her).
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank
My wife and I have custody of a piece of 12th century Romanesque statue. She comes from a small Spanish (well, Catalan) village called Vallfogona de Riucorb, where she and her mother own an old family house (dates maybe from the 1600s). During the Spanish Civil War radicals came to the village and wrecked a hermitage just south of town, as they did to many religious edifices in many parts of Spain. My wife’s grandfather went out after the destruction and saved a piece of the statue of St. Peter. You know it’s St. Peter because the surviving piece is his midsection, and he has a key in his hand. It’s sitting in the basement of the house. I suppose we should see if some museum wants it.
I dunno, let me check the fridge…rummaging…holding nose…ahh, here it is. Anchovies left over from New Year’s Eve, 1982.
No seriously. I think it would have to be a shotgun. Winchester Model 1887, lever-action 10-gauge made in 1889. It has been in my family since 1891. My great-grandfather traded $2.00, a squirrel dog and 2 bushels of corn for it.
Well, my house was built in 1829, but I rent . . .
I have a 1775 “Ladies’ Magazine,” which has a first-hand account of Trouble in the Colonies and the coronation of Louis 16th. Also an 1840s book on manners.
Two very old Chinese bronze-and-silver vases, but I dunno how old. And a lovely 1860s picture frame, with watered silk backing and elaborate metallic decorations.
Black marble French Empire clock, c1800. Acquired by SO’s g-g-g-grandfather in lieu of a debt. It’s similar to the clock in the White House Lincoln Bedroom, except ours WORKS.
Imbibo, ergo sum.
TMR
“Give myself a mullet, hook the Flowbie to the Kirby…”
psycat90 wrote:
Yeah, I love old bottles. When I was a kid, we lived in an ante bellum* house in rural Georgia. My Dad was doing some landscaping out back, and plowed into a very old trash dump. We found a ton of beautiful old bottles, including lots of early Coca-Cola bottles, some great old whisky bottles, and too many medicine bottles to count. I kept them in an old shed on our property, but somebody sneaked in and stole them. (I was purple with rage.)
I do still have some of the old whiskey and wine bottles, though. (I had those in my room.)
What bottle in your collection is your favorite?
non-man-made: Archaeocyathid fossils from southern Labrador, in the neighbourhood of 250-300 million years old.
man-made: fragments of red clay roofing tile from Spain, used in the construction of whaling stations in southern Labrador, from the mid-1500s.
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I have a Neolithic axe head that my grandfather found. He had some people from Indiana University look at it (this was in the 1960’s). They said that is was, in fact, real and that it was about 9,000 years old. Not much to look at, but it’s neat knowing who used it and what it was used for.
When in Israel, I bought a coin from the time of the Hasmonean Dynasty (approx. 150-100 BCE), with certificate of authenticity.
Chaim Mattis Keller
ckeller@kozmo.com
“Sherlock Holmes once said that once you have eliminated the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be
the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it that the merely improbable lacks.”
– Douglas Adams’s Dirk Gently, Holistic Detective
Do body parts count?
I used to have a very tiny Roman coin that an old family friend gave to me. I lost it, and I still haven’t forgiven myself. The oldest thing I own that I can still find is a Chinese coin dating back to the 1600s. I have another Chinese coin that I suspect might be even older, but I have not been able to verify this.
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.
I have my grandmother’s wedding ring. I think it’s well over 100 years old. My most prized possession isn’t that old really, it’s a picture of my father when he was in WWII, in the original Army frame.
I have a gold dime from 1902.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
Well, I can’t find it right now, but my grandmother gave me a copy of Grimm’s fairy tales from the early tens or twenties. I can’t remember the copyrite date.
I also have a 1924 silver dollar that my grandpappy gave me.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
I have fossils that I’ve found since childhood, and reguardless of them not being dated, they beat an arrow head anyday, of which I have some also.
I match your ten and raise you twenty.
Beware the Ides of March.
I’m only your wildest fear, from the corners of your darkest thoughts.