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Originally Posted by sigp220.45
Some people just aren’t into guns, or actively dislike them.
I kept my Dad’s guns, but my folks also had a huge number of creepy bird figurines. They were everywhere in their house. I wound up with them, since none of my six siblings wanted them either. They sat in boxes for a while, then I decided to sell them on eBay. Lesson number one: They weren’t worth much, and were a pain to ship since they break if you look at them wrong. Lesson number two: Nobody in eBay-world seemed to want them either.
I finally took them to Goodwill. I kept one.
I have a feeling on some creepy bird figurine forum I would be castigated for not hanging onto a Franklin Mint crested titmouse from 1986, but I have plenty of other ways to remember my folks.
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I think the 1986 vintage crested titmouse is akin to the dash 4 686's the pinnacle of the Franklin Mint titmouse series.
My dad years ago gave me a pot load of depression glass from my grandmother. I left it in the box outside on the porch for ages. One day I went to open it to decide what to do with the glass and a nest of yellowjackets exploded upon me. After I retreated screaming, counter attacked with a can of wasp spray and cleared out the enemy, I just threw it all away. So much for memories
Never liked that stuff anyway