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I am still going through this box of random stuff my Nan apparently set aside for me. Tonight's prize is actually quite interesting, objectively. It's a set of silverware, and according to the note it belonged to the same Distant Ancestor James to whom the Masonic certificates belong; he brought it over from Scotland in the early 1900s.

I mentioned to Mum that I was going through this box and she immediately told me DON'T THROW ANYTHING OUT. So I assured her I hadn't thrown anything valuable away. Well, it's true, for a given meaning of "truth".

I've kept the important stuff, the silverware and the Masonic documents and some photos. I'll have to share these photos after I scan them in -- they're mostly of my Nan, I think, and there's quite a few of tractors for some reason, but at the top of the pile is a man in a Scots regimental uniform, likely from WWI -- khakis and a kilt, oh lads -- labeled "Douglas". I think he must have been Masonic James's brother; his resemblance to me is a little startling.

The face, not the kilt. Don't go getting ideas.

Anyway, I asked Mum if she wanted the silverware and she said no, keep it there, use it if you want. Which is lovely and all, but that makes four sets of silverware I now own. Mind you, only one of them's real silver, but still. I'm drowning in salad forks.

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You're drowning in salad forks now. Give it time. Our house, over the course of twenty plus years, has eaten its way through our silverware and cups. My mom had to break down and buy a new set..now our silverware runneth over.