Amongst the traditional type of items I inherited was a large box full of old prayer books and bibles of a size designed to carry around with you. All items have been inscribed, mainly in beautiful copperplate handwriting, and go back a number of generations. Many are names that I have only heard of on our family tree, and several of the prayers books have a narrow silver edge and clasp.
Also included are small religious books that were given to children on their confirmations by the clergyman who prepared them for it. My grandmother lived in a town and my grandfather in a village, the didn’t know each other til their late teens. I am 99.9% certain that they didn’t realise that they were confirmed in the same church on the same day, which I discovered from the appropriate inscriptions.
The box remains in the loft, I really don’t know what to do with them, no-one in the family is particularly interested, and I don’t want to dispose of them. Now and again I take them down and look through them, it’s is a lovely feeling of continuity.