This interesting thread inspired my daughter to fetch down the family rubies to show my grandson. Not what they sound like but a 3” high jar of tiny stones, some of them rubies, brought back from Australia by his great great great great grandfather in the mid 1800s. He had joined the gold rush, not to pan for gold rather, as a master joiner, to build accommodation for those who did.
We knew there was a pile of letters he sent home but to our extreme dismay they were destroyed when my grandmother died, along with all possessions which could not be sold. We lived a 10 hour drive away with 4 small children in the family and my parents weren’t on hand to rescue anything. So very frustrating but we have the ‘rubies’.
My grandfather on my mother’s side was also a joiner and I have two simple large storage boxes which he made. He died in his 30s, pre insulin medication, from type 1 diabetes. I inherited that too!