We are a part of everything we have come from. Our ancestors’ experiences created the world that we now inhabit. Often, their lives are described in clues all over our houses.
So what can we learn from the tangible objects that have been passed down within our families?
Heirloom is a participatory exhibition that provides an opportunity for girls to learn about their own families’ histories through interviews and researching old photographs, artifacts, and heirlooms.
Girl Museum aims to empower girls with knowledge and understanding of the present day through learning about the past. This fit perfectly with the 2013 International Museum Day theme, Museums (Memory + Creativity) = Social Change, so we have partnered with Chick History to produce our HEIRLOOM project.
To participate, view the contributions below to gain inspiration. Click the toggle box underneath the picture to discover its story. Next, click the button below to access our “How to Research Your Heirloom” guides. Then, send us a picture of your heirloom and its story, and we’ll feature it in this exhibit! Contributions are accepted on an ongoing basis.
Mary's Pocket Watch
This delicate pocket watch is intricately linked to my family’s history. Crafted in the 1890s, the watch features shades of yellow, rose, green and blue gold. It was worn by my great-grandmother, Mimi, and previously belonged to her mother, Mary.
Mary was born in New York City in 1874, the daughter of two Irish immigrants. In 1895, she married a man named Robinson. They had two children: Mimi and her older brother, Raymond. In 1918, Raymond was tragically killed in the line of duty in World War I. Mary passed away shortly after, at the age of 45. Mimi was only 21 years old.
Throughout her life, Mimi dearly cherished her mother’s pocket watch. However, the watch itself had stopped working and it was too expensive to repair. She felt that if she replaced it with a modern timepiece, it would no longer be her mother’s watch. Instead, she had the watch sealed and converted into a brooch. Mimi wore it frequently for special occasions, pinned to her coat or lapel.
When my aunt was a little girl, she used to love to play in Mimi’s giant jewelry box. She remembers that the pocket watch was kept on the top shelf, in its own special place. (She even wore it a few times herself!)
Although I was never able to meet Mary or Mimi, their story is passed down through this beautiful pocket watch. It is truly a family heirloom.
– Summer L.
Heirlooms are scarce in my family. Coming from working class families, there has been little to pass on in the first place. Moreover, my maternal grandma suffered with severe mental illness, so photographs, documents and letters were burned. The stories that my mum and aunts tell about objects are more often stories of loss: the piano that there was no space for, the jewellery lost when they were robbed, the red dress left behind on a journey… but at some point after my grandma died, I got this ring.
As a ten-year-old, I didn’t question it much, but I have kept it.
When I asked family about it recently, they did not remember it at all. It’s unlikely that it was particularly special to my grandma in her lifetime. Although it has the style of a signet ring, the markings are purely decorative, without any family-specific additions. In a life in which jewellery could be a form of financial insurance, my grandma may well have bought it simply because it was going cheap. By looking up the hallmarks on the inside, I’ve confirmed that it is real gold – 9 carats and overseen by the Assay Office of Birmingham. Unfortunately, I haven’t found which business the hallmark refers to and the letter representing the date is now too obscured to read.
I have also done some research into my grandma’s family history. In recent years, several relatives have compiled an amazing family tree – as far back as the 1500s! But apart from records of marriages and births, there is little detail about their lives. What I know are the stories my family have passed down. Sometimes the stories are different when retold, altered by their many tellings through many voices, and their meaning has more to do with emotional bonds than factual accuracy.
This ring is much the same. Its meaning comes not from facts about it, but from the bond it represents for me. I wear it for special occasions, or days when I want a little extra confidence. It’s a way to carry my grandma, my family and my heritage with me. So I have kept it, and will keep it, wherever it came from.
– Sophie Small
My family does not have any heirlooms that have been with us for generations, at least not ones I am aware of and can get the full story for. However, my mother has plenty of heirlooms given to her by her mother and two grandmothers over the years. One set of these heirlooms had particular special meaning for her because they came from her father’s mother, who, although she was not as close to my mother as some of her other grandchildren, was able to give her a gift representative of a vital aspect of my mother’s personality; her love of reading.
My mother usually borrowed books from her grandmother every time she visited her, and it was a special tradition between the two that only they shared. Nobody else in my mother’s immediate family shared books with her or bought her books to read on a regular basis, which is unfortunate considering my mother’s love of reading since she was a little girl. Emilie Loring was a particular favorite author of her grandmother’s and she often loaned my mother that author’s books because of this. My mother enjoyed them and continued to borrow them up until her grandmother died when she was starting high school. The Emilie Loring novels pictured with this blog post are the last ones my mother borrowed from her grandmother before she died, and consequently were never given back to their original owner. Mom keeps them in our library downstairs and plans to read them again soon.
This story is important to me because it represents a common thread connecting some of the women in my family, which is a reading hobby. I have mentioned this before in other posts, but thanks to my mother, I have loved reading since I was able to learn to do it. I read the entire Harry Potter series between third and fifth grade, and I read as much historical fiction about girls from the past as I could (some favorites were the Royal Diaries books by multiple authors and the American Girl novels by multiple authors). I even read several of the Emilie Loring novels my mother has in the basement back when I was in middle school and high school. Therefore, not only are these books important for my great grandmother and my mother’s childhood, but also my own girlhood. This passing of books from one female generation to the next in my family represents a bond between my mother and I and my great grandmother as well. Eventually, I hope to pass these books, along with many others, on to my own child.
– Elizabeth Bailey
With Love from France
This beautiful lead crystal bowl was given to my mother by her grandmother. I have always admired it because it seems so unique. It came into my family when my grandfather sent it home from France for his mother, who handed it down to my mom. Upon asking more about it, I learned that it was from the Baccarat crystal factory in France.
My grandfather was stationed in Toul, France while he was in the army. He bought the bowl in Nancy, France. It was very expensive when he bought it, and then the post office would not insure it when he tried to send it home. Luckily, my great-grandmother received the bowl in Michigan in perfect condition.
– Hillary Hanel
Signed Photograph of The Beatles
This signed photo of The Beatles was given to mum when she was a teenager by her grandmother in the 1980s. Her grandmother had found the photograph in a book while working in a charity shop. My mum was a huge fan of The Beatles as a girl and has treasured the photograph ever since. It still sits proudly on her sideboard to this day.
What I really love about this object is the different ways in which it is timeless. Most obviously it is a photograph of a band who are themselves timeless. My mum loved The Beatles in the 1980s, twenty years after they were at the height of their fame and my parents still listed to them as I grew up decades later. Another thing about the photograph that is so timeless is what it represents. Teenage infatuation with celebrities or fictional characters is something I think many girls and women can relate to. Often female teenage desire is trivialised and labelled as ‘hysterical’. In fact, it was around the 1960s when bands such as The Beatles became popular that the stereotype of the hysterical teenage fan came about. Conflating girl’s desire and interest with hysteria and frivolity belittles their passions. This idea that girls’ passions are frivolous still permeates Western culture today.
What I like about this picture is that my grandmother knew my mum would love it because she knew my mum loved The Beatles. She didn’t think it was silly for my mum to love The Beatles and instead she wanted to engage with my mums’ interest. The fact that this image still sits on display in my mum’s house (all these years after her infatuation with The Beatles has melted away) shows that respecting girls’ interests can have a lasting impact. To me this object is a symbol of the importance of allowing girls to be passionate about things without labelling them as frivolous. It makes me happy every time I look at it to think of my mum overjoyed as a young teenager to have received this gift that was buried in a book, found by her grandmother and lovingly given to her. My mum has always encouraged all my interests however silly they might have seemed. If you raise girls to feel that their interests are valid, they will grow up unafraid to be passionate and that is what this object represents to me.
– Asha Hall-Jones
Mary-Elizabeth's Masonic Ring
My great-grandmother, Mary-Elizabeth, was born in 1914. Both of her parents passed away in 1918 from the Spanish flu. Now orphans, Mary-Elizabeth, her twin Edna, and her younger brother Hugh were sent to live in the Masonic Home of Fort Worth, Texas. Their father was a member of the Freemasons, so they were lucky to have a place to go after their parents passed. The Masonic school acted as an orphanage and provided schooling to the children until the age of 17. In 1931, at the age of 17, Mary-Elizabeth graduated from the Masonic school and was given this ring.
Mary-Elizabeth wore this ring for a few years after she graduated, always on her pinky finger as was custom. She wore it to remember her accomplishment of finishing school and as a reminder of where she came from. Though she and her siblings were well taken care of at the Masonic school, Mary-Elizabeth would often remember the coldness of the Masonic home. No one was very “touchy-feely” and it was no substitution for what she considered to be a real family. After she left, Mary-Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to start a family of her own. She wanted to create a sense of belonging by building the family that she had been missing for so much of her life.
This ring was a representation of Mary-Elizabeth’s family and the only connection to her father that she had left. It was also a symbol of her accomplishments in her studies. The seal of the red gem is that of the Freemasons. The square and compass symbolize the tools of the Freemasons as architects. The “G” in the center refers to God, as the greatest architect.
The masonic ring now sits in a safe in my grandmother’s home. It will continue to be passed down over the generations of women in my family as we remember Mary-Elizabeth. We will remember her strength and courage as she learned to navigate the world on her own as a young girl. We will continue to think of it as a symbol of her journey that would ultimately create the tight-knit family that we have today.
– Julianna Morris
Handmade Pillow Case
My mother received this pillow case from her grandmother in 1981, when she was around 10 years old. I remember when I first saw it, I was amazed at how beautiful and detailed these patterns are. I learned that my great-grandmother sewed these herself. For her generation, all girls know how to sew since they were young.
My mother was raised by her grandmother in the Chinese countryside, her parents were too busy to raise another child at the time, so she was sent to my grandmother when she was only months old. Growing up in the countryside, my mother had a happy and carefree childhood. She was very close with her grandmother. Over the years, she often recounts her childhood memories to me as one of the happiest times in her life.
When my mother turned 10 years old, her grandmother twisted her feet accidently, therefore unable to continue taking care of my mother. She had to returned home to her parents in the city.
My great grandmother sewed this pillow case for my mother when she was leaving. My mother never used it. She carefully saved it and cherished it until today.
My grandmother’s grandfather Matt lost both of his parents when he was very young. Since he came from a large family, his living relatives could not care for him and all of his siblings, so he was sent to live in an orphanage. When Matt was a teenager, he came to America from Holland with a group of other children from the orphanage. It was here in the states that he met and married his wife Kate. They settled in a Dutch community in Demotte, IN where they began to help fellow immigrants from Holland settle into America. They would help them find jobs and even host them until they had a place of their own to live.
While she was doing research into our family history, my grandmother actually discovered that one of the couples her grandparents took under their wing after they left Holland was my grandfather’s, her husband’s, grandparents. Once they got established in a home of their own in the States, my grandfather’s grandmother Nellie sent my grandmother’s grandmother Kate, whom they had stayed with, this recipe card for Santa Cookies. Written on the bottom of the card is a note inviting Matt and Kate to visit their new home if they are ever in the area.
– Emily VanderBent
This brass rubbing is one of three that my grandmother rubbed herself during my families time living in England almost 50 years ago. This rubbing of an unknown lady was done in the 1970s before the Westminster Abbey disallowed people to do rub their own pieces inside. My grandmother never told us who this brass rubbing was of, but she did always mention the lady’s funny hat, which I suspect is probably why my grandmother chose her.
My grandmother brought these back to Texas with her and unfortunately had them sitting in her house, rolled up, until after her death. She always wanted them framed and hung and talked about them often. When my mother inherited them, she asked me to get them matted and framed for better preservation. They have been hanging in my parents home ever since.
I absolutely love these rubbings and the story behind them. My grandmother loved history as much as I do, especially the odd and quirky history, so I can easily imagine my wily grandmother rubbing away at these, making jokes, and laughing. And it makes me smile.
— Ashley Winder, Texas, USA
I love the heirlooms that we interact with every day, those mundane items that keep you in touch with those you love that can’t be with you anymore. On the back of my mom’s couch, there are two crocheted blankets. Both were made by my Great Grandma Blue. One was made for my grandma and the other for my mom on her wedding day. After my grandma died, my mother kept the other blanket.
My great grandma was very crafty. She was born in 1920 in Oklahoma and after high school decided to become a nurse. She got married in 1943. As a child her and her husband only lived a few miles from each other, but after her family moved they fell out of touch until he was visiting a friend in the hospital she worked at. My great grandad was in the military at the time. Due to his military service they moved around a lot, though he never served overseas. As a chemical engineer he spent most of his service working on the Manhattan project.
My great grandma gave birth to her first child in New York City, my grandma. Her second in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, and her third and fourth children in West Virginia. After the war they were able to settle in West Virginia for a while. My great grandad continued traveling for work, often internationally, but due to the frequent moving and four kids she didn’t have many friends. She crafted when the family wasn’t out on an adventure. My mom remembers how she would sew, do woodworking, and ran a small craft store out of the basement of her house. Her love of crafts was definitely passed down as well.
These two blankets are incredibly unique, but simple. Both are made of cream colored yarn and both have a chevron pattern. The sentimental value of them is not always something we recognize as we use them every day. But sometimes I realize that every day we are wrapped in a love that has been passed down through generations. My mom’s home is filled with similar objects. Things created by our family. Objects meant to be used and loved and remind us that we are cared for.
— Alexis Walker
The Royal Birthday Book
When Sarah McFarlane left Scotland in September 1884, she had just turned 16. Sailing on the Lady Jocelyn with her parents and 13-year-old sister, Joan, Sarah was bound for a new life in Auckland, New Zealand. On such a significant personal journey, Sarah carried with her a small book titled the Royal Birthday Book. With an emerald-green cloth cover, golden embossing, and gilt edges, this tiny book is lavish: fit for its proclaimed royal status.
There are 20 handwritten names inscribed in the birthday book, including the names of Sarah’s five sisters, her aunts and uncles, and a few friends—both from Scotland and New Zealand. Sarah is my Great-Great-Aunt, and her book has travelled down through the generations to land in my care. I was intrigued by the inscription on the front page:
”With best wishes to Sarah McFarlane from her loving companion, Maggie McConachie, 22nd Sept 1884.’ So I set out to solve the mystery: Who was Maggie McConachie?
After much research, I finally found her. Margaret (Maggie) McConachie was only a few months younger than Sarah McFarlane. From at least 1881, Sarah and Maggie both lived in the same housing block, at 13 Antigua Street, Renfrewshire. As an only child living with her widowed moth, Maggie likely gravitated towards the large McFarlane clan with their six daughters, and particularly to Sarah, who was the same age. The Royal Birthday Book was a parting gift between girlhood friends. Three days after Maggie inscribed the Royal Birthday Book, Sarah set sail for Auckland—never to return to Scotland. Maggie remained in Renfrewshire, eventually going on to study music.
The two friends likely did not see each other again, but the strength of their friendship endures in the beautiful Royal Birthday Book. I am lucky to have such an heirloom that shows how far gifts of friendship can travel.
– Rosalie E.
Grandmother Rene's Ring
To me this silver ring, decorated with turquoise and coral, has always been a family ring. I received it from my mother shortly after beginning college. I remember her making the remark that it seemed to “fit me”. Knowing who I’ve become, I like to think she meant my spirit. The ring once belonged to Laurene Dinsmore (Pruiet), my great-grandmother. She passed away when I was very young so I did not get a real chance to know her.
Growing up I heard stories that she had supported the Republican Party but I did not know to what extent. In recent years and after turning to the internet, I was able to connect childhood stories to some newspaper clippings. Not only did it confirm her involvement in the party, but it also named her as chairwoman during the campaigns of 1952 and 1956. Campaigns that supported former President Eisenhower. I am told that she wore the ring along with several other pieces as symbols of the State of New Mexico to the National Conventions for those years. I find it rather amazing how one small ring can connect you, not only to your family, but also to larger events of the past.
– Brittany H.