My folks traveled the world and have some really nice things. The expectations are that we will take them and keep them.
They mean nothing to me. I have no place for them. I have no connection to them other than their value.
But my mother’s torn cookbook or the mixing bowl she still has from the 1950’s? Those are priceless.
Just this past week I gave away cookbooks, very nice ones. Still, I was like you. I kept the cookbooks my mother cooked from because of memories. Amazing, what we value.