@mike808@PlacidPenguin I lost my wedding ring almost immediately. I’d never worn jewelry before, and was unaware swimming was a bad idea. I loved playing in the (very cold) ocean in Maine, ring slipped right off. Dove down, but it was gone. Offered a reward much higher than the value of the ring and had 5 detectorists looking for it. No luck.
This is a photo, given to me by my Dad, taken about a hundred years ago, of his mom (littlest girl in the pic) and her brother, sis, mom and dad. Someday I’ll tell y’all a crazy story about my great-grandpa, the sober-lookin’ fella with the bushy mustache.
@hillee@PlacidPenguin@f00l, I don’t want to count it, but if I didn’t I feel like I also couldn’t count @therealjrn’s quarter which I do want to allow (I like collecting stories, even short ones). I’ve decided to allow the generic DNA in the spirit of @hilee’s theme being allowed to continue.
When my Nana died eight years ago, shortly before her 101st birthday, she left me a pot with a stick and a couple leaves in it. I didn’t really know what to do with it, because it looked kind of dead-ish.
It sat idly in my kitchen on a table for several years and then suddenly it started to bud and then bloom. And now, the phalaenopsis orchid she gave me has been doing that at random intervals ever since!
It makes me so happy that a small part of her life is actually still alive and it serves as a content reminder of how much she loved me. And it’s damned pretty to boot!
This set of blooms has been up since mid-march too, which is pretty impressive, if you ask me.
Every item is in some way from my family. The table is from my grandmother - it expands with 4 leaves. The lamp is from my mother. The painting was done by my great aunt. The vase was from an arrangement fron my sister several birthdays ago. The hydrangeas are from my grandparents house. The footstool was my great uncle’s. I did buy the chairs, but my mother did the reupholstering.
My father passed away 3 years ago. A short time before that I was at his house ‘fixing’ his computer. Turns out it had several viruses, most likely obtained from questionable porn sites. As I was working on it he was rummaging through his file cabinet. When done he handed me a bag with some junk he no longer needed/wanted. Upon opening it at home, this was one of the items I found inside. It’s amazing the things we keep to remind us of those we’ve lost. Miss you Dad, you crazy horndog.
My great aunt-in-law gave me an old set of silverware (the real stuff). I had to google what these were. They are dessert forks. She’s British. They do that sort of thing over there…still give people real silverware and eat their desserts with its own special fork
Other than the roofs that have been over my head until this year and food at various points in my life, the most important thing my parents paid for is my education. Not going to show my diplomas though, so have my Bachelor’s and Master’s tassels instead.
Here are my AncestryDNA results. I was adopted and Ive always been curious to know who my birth family is and what I my heritage is. My adoptive family is Italian. My Mom was 4’ 11” and my Dad was 5’ 5” on a good day. I stood head and shoulders above them at 5’ 10” blonde hair and blue eyes now I know why. Now I just have to figure out how to narrow down the results and maybe I can find my birth mother or father (hope this isn’t TMI)
@candiedisilvio1 If you download your Ancestry raw DNA data file (which you own), you can upload it to Promethease.com and GEDMATCH.com. The first costs $10. for a permanent membership, and provides a LOT of information about your SNPs and what assorted medical publications have to say about them (source: SNPedia). The second is a database where people from all testing services (not just Ancestry) can upload their data, and if they choose, give their email to the people they match. Both will give you lots to think about.
Actually, the best thing I’ve gotten (lately ) from my family is a new baby granddaughter, born just yesterday! But I wasn’t about to slip a piece of paper with my username into one of the dozens of pictures we’ve taken of her supreme cuteness. Sorry, sort of.
While this lovely antique microscope came from one side of the family, a love for the sciences (and arts, and a number of other endeavors dear to me) came from both sides. It’s actually an optically decent piece of equipment that belonged to my Dad, and inspired me to terrorize every microorganism I could get onto a slide once I outgrew my first “kid’s” microscope.