When I was a little girl, my mother had a shadow box full of salt and pepper shakers and every now and then
I would take them down and play with them, especially the chickens and roosters. I still love chickens and roosters and had a bunch of them in my kitchen for awhile, until I painted and didn't put them back.
Mom reluctantly let me have these chickens and roosters (even though she had them packed away in a box, so clearly wasn't using them), also the rose vase and two of the cups I used when I was little. The wine glasses belonged to my grandmother and sort of came with the house when I bought it. She left most of her things in the house when she moved in with my mom and wouldn't let me get rid of anything (she honestly knew when I tried, eerie). I wish I would have listened to her and kept some of the things I did get rid of, because then when I go to antique shops, I could say "I have that!" instead of, "I used to have that."
Our group is dwindling, but there are still a few left, take a look and see what's on their shelves.