Some of us are lucky enough to have inherited family heirlooms. Perhaps they have a special spot in the house where we can admire them and revive memories behind their glory days.

Some of us just have memories of the heirlooms that went to some other relative. My husband remembers his Aunt Ida's piano; actually it was the piano stool that he most remembers. It was one of those round jobs with a seat that would spin around, moving it higher or lower. What rambunctious little boy wouldn't have been delighted with such a "toy"?

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