I am the family pack rat! and it is a distinction that I wear with honor. While others are fighting over the antique dishes, saving bonds and such, I am the one quietly taking those things that mean nothing to anyone other than me and the person that kept them for years before their passing. Although most of the items are of little value, they obviously meant something or they would not have been kept for so long -- I just couldn't stand to think of such "treasures" going to a junk shop. So, I have a large collection of my grandpas chauffer's licenses (from the 30's and 40's) the old metal Social security cards, pocket watches, trophies from WWII and lots and lots of letters and photographs. All of these little things helps me feel more connected to my own personal history.