I am a hoarder, my mother is a hoarder and her mother was a hoarder. As a result my parents house is filled with beautiful old knick knacks and things. Pictured are vintage wooden soldier skittles and a wooden toy dog on wheels, my Great Grandfathers cigar tins and old books, and a collection of broken shards of china and ceramics found in the backyard when gardening. I'm lucky to have such sentimental family members who hold on to these things.
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