This is what we refer to affectionately as "Scary Wreath". When Eldest was a baby, it freaked him out. (Some days I feel like my hair looks like that.)
The wall o' grandchildren with "Kindness Matters" plaque.
This is the grandfather clock that my mother bought for my father in the mid-late '80's FOR FATHERS DAY. She always joked that "he never even knew he wanted it!" It chimes every 15 MINUTES and then GONGS on the hour. Sometimes it's set correctly, sometimes notsomuch.
And this, the pièce de résistance, is a huDge piece of artwork that has been on the top of the mantel ever since I can remember. It's ornate, gaudy and strangely enough, a part of our family heritage. When we were young, my mother told us that it was a portrait of Grandma Katie, her mother. I swear that I believed that FOR YEARS. I think the 4 of us siblings will fight for this, it's that sentimental, but thankfully, since I'm the oldest, I WIN.