My grandfather was an amazing carpenter. He worked for the railroad too. When they were trashing a fancy Pullman car, he salvaged the wood and velvet upholstery. I have one of the velvet lined boxes he made. It's beautiful.
I have a lot of refrigerator art made by the kids in the neighborhood. Some of the drawings are 10-15 years old and now I have some art from their kids too. They bring back a lot of great memories.
My favorite gifts are usually words.
One of the gifts that mean a lot to me is my Bible. Besides the history I have put into it, it also has Yang's Grandpa's signature right before he passed away. (This man I adopted as my Grandpa.) He was a great man. Right under his signature is a message he has for Jr when he gets older. I put it in there because Jr is the one great grandkid who is not old enough to remember this wonderful man. Now he has a memory of him. ☺
A smile.
A handmade little pocket cross. I don't appreciate it for what it stands for, it's the person who gave it to me and the love behind the gesture that meant a lot.