going back generations, my family were from below the stairs not above them. they were simple folk. I did not inherit any family silver. the only silver piece that I know of in my family is the infamous tea pot that my Uncle Brian put onto the wood burning stove when he was visiting the original Inglewood.. it melted. and I have heard that the ancestors were not impressed with that.
as a little girl, I loved going to my friends place where I would gaze longingly at her mothers silver service. wishing it were mine. I even begged to be able to clean silver for people when I was a Girl Guide doing 'cents for service' ~ I would sit in front of their family silver with silver polish and cloth, and clean that silver til it shone, always making up stories in my head about that silver & me..
I have always had a fascination for old silver and like a bower bird, I have gathered bits over the years.
and today, i remembered that I do have one piece of silver of my own and that is a Pixie cup that my Pa gave to me when I was a little girl. my pixie mug
do you have a fascination with anything like I do with old silver?