My father has been sorting through his own and his parents' accumulation of many decades. What he has no use for and figures he can't get rid off on ebay, he is distributing among my sisters and I. Today, I scored some knick-knaks, including the following:
It doesn't fit my record player, but it must have been the bee's knees when it was new, look at what my grandpa paid for it in 1978:

DM 56.- in 1978 is equal to about $98.- in today's money, by purchase power. Yes, I actually worked it out with the historic exchange rate, I'm a geek like that.
If it had been made in Taiwan, I don't think I would have bothered to keep it. But they vinyl freaks probably recognize the brand and already know what's in the next image:
I also got to keep one of my father's several copies of the newspaper supplement of 1947 that, among other things, held my great-grandfather's obituary. My pa never met him, great-grandpa died four weeks before my pa and his own parents got to Scotland, after bolting from post-war Germany.
Tell me if that one big sentence at the beginning isn't one of the most flabberghastingly British things you've ever read:

If there were absolutely anything to be afraid of, don't you think I would have worn pants?
I said I have a big stick.