Oh, I’m glad I have a lot of my great-grandparents’ stuff... cabinet, Victrola, divan, and such. I’m glad I have my grandfather’s collection of old pocket-knives, and my grandmother’s collection of old toothpick-holders. Amongst tons and tons of other things. Not to mention my father’s old-time metal toys, like WW2 soldiers, wind-up Popeye, and Lone Ranger hardback books.
But if I were a youngster these days, and my ‘parents’ collections were basically comprised of the kind of junky, plastic, made-in-China, Wal-Mart type crap that has been the norm for the past thirty-years... no way in hell would I want such trash.
Trust me they don’t ID with the good stuff and don’t care about it.
They are a throw away generation
I was given quite a bit when I was in my early twenties, and life pared it down a bit. Not til I was settled in my home in my early thirties did I begin to cherish and collect my family heirlooms.