I have my late grandmother's 60+ year-old typewriter. It's a small manual that works with a ribbon where you have to hit the keys very hard. She used it for work after my grandfather passed, which was before I was born. This was back in the days before auto-correct and even liquid paper, where if you made a typo you had to start all over again, and my grandmother was a fast and immaculate typist, even well into her 80's. Even though the typewriter still works, I won't use it. But I treasure the connection I have with her, because being a typist (okay, the more recent term, "word processor" ) was my bread-and-butter for many years.
My mom is still alive, but a number of years ago she passed on a particular pie pan of hers that simply makes the best crust EVER. It's so important to me that when I move I don't pack it in a box, I carry it with me in the car. I won't even leave it overnight at my daughter's house (7 minutes away) with leftover pie in it. I transfer the leftovers to a different dish and my pie pan goes with me.
Not sure what about it is so magical, but it makes me look good when I bake a pie!
I haven't inherited much worth keeping. I inherited seven guns from my grandfather, which I sold to a family member to buy my first guitar. So that became my most treasured possession out of anything that I've inherited in a sense. I also inherited a small jewelry case full of old knives and pocket watches and trinkets. Not much in there is worth a lot either, a couple of the knives are collector's items and began my own collection of knives, although I prefer to collect usable tools for their utility than showpieces. I sold the jewelry that I've inherited when in a tight spot, so that helped. None of my family's treasure has ever been anything worth getting too attached to though.
I'm in the process of cleaning out my childhood home, which will be the only thing worth a shit that I'll inherit from my father. He trashed the place worse than an episode of Hoarders minus the dead cats, no exaggeration. I've spent the last year pulling trash out of it and trying to get things back in working order. Still got a lot of walls to redo and kitchen appliances to buy, but I think I'll treasure this place once I get it back in decent shape.
I have a few things. I have my grandma and grandpa's little book from when they were married in 1926. It has her entries about when they met, guests at their wedding in her parent's parlor, her dress, shoes and flowers. It is incredibly sweet. I have chalk and charcoal drawings of my sister and myself, from the Illinois State fair, in 1950. I was 4 and my sister was 3. They are in the original frames that mom put them in. I have a bracelet that my dad brought my mom from Germany, when he was a medic in WW2. He nearly died of his wounds but he bright it back. I all have a silver and turquoise snake ring that mom got on an Indian reservation in Arizona in the mid 1950s. I have some quilts grandma and her friends made and a spread to put on top of the quilts, that grandma crocheted. This is the trouble with making a list. I always get carried away.
My dad's ruby ring. He wore it every day I knew him from childhood to his passing at 96 5-years ago. Now it's my turn. An attractive gal (with a guy I assumed to be her husband) noticed it at a restaurant a few weeks ago and asked about it. I told her the story and wondered why she noticed it. "I'll tell you something... women ALWAYS notice spectacular jewelry on a man... that's a $20,000-dollar ring you're wearing"! Hmmmm... I kinda doubt that, but nice to hear from a random beautiful lady.
I made peace with the items I inherited. As the eldest of my siblings, it unofficially fell to me to be the holder and curator of family heirlooms going back to my great-grandparents. I sickened of it. It was an albatross around my neck for 25 years. My younger siblings were not interested in sharing any expense in my moving and caring for this furniture or in possessing it, so 2 years ago I gave the 110 year old white oak antique bookcase and other furniture to charity. What a relief! I am free and have no regrets.