When my husband was refinishing the toy box, he came in from the garage saying, "It has his name on it." I thought my great-grandfather had put my dad's name on it and what a nice thing for him to do. But it was even better than I thought. My great-grandfather had put his own name on it and the date he made it. The weird thing was it was almost sixty years to the day. Something that was already special became a treasure. And the best part was how excited my boys were to have something that their great-great grandfather made.
Maybe when my boys grow out of playing with toys I'll use it to store all my family tree stuff. I think my great-grandfather just might approve.