I have an arts-&-crafts dining-room table that was my mother's, and her mother's before her. It's too big for my kitchen, but it has memories of happy families long gone that I need my family to absorb, so there it sits.

I love the walking-stick my father made when he had climbed to the top of Pikes Peak in the 1920s. It has "Pikes Peak" carved into the side...which always makes me smile, remembering a fella I once knew who incorrectly read "Yikes Yeak" and thought I liked to discipline my gentlemen callers.

A 19th c. pump organ from Bob Thomas's unparalleled collection of musical instruments, most of which went up in the Cloverdale fire. Bob himself is gone now, too.