Piggy Bank

While Herself was visiting her parents during the family reunion a few weeks ago, she and her father rummaged about a bit in the basement, looking at all of the relics stored there.  The Lincoln Logs were on a shelf, as were the tiny wooden farm animals, and there was a bin of lovely articles of clothing from around the world, and various briefcases, and all sorts of dishes, and quilts and pitchers and all kinds of things.  One could spend hours down there in the basement, touching the memories.

Her father pointed out one item wedged unobtrusively at the end of a shelf:  a piggy bank.  His piggy bank, from when he was young.

Excellent.