I inherited after my mother's death a 14k gold pocket watch from the late 19th century that belonged to my great uncle; it's beautifully engraved, and still runs! I never met my great uncle, who had died long before my birth, and spent most of his life in England; all I knew of him was the occasional story. I took the heavy watch to an appraisal event, and was offered $1,000 for it on the spot; however, the appraiser wanted it only for its gold content, and would have melted the watch down. Not especially rare, its value as a collectible item was only a fraction of its gold value.
i could have lived with the watch going to a collector who would have valued it for its beauty and preserved it, but to melt it down for its gold seemed barbaric. It was the last piece of my great uncle still in existence on Earth. While I could have used the thousand dollars, I rejected the offer and took the watch home where it sits in a drawer, a link between a man I never knew and myself. After my own demise, this watch will probably be seized by an uncaring relative and destroyed, but I know I have at least kept the faith with a little known gentleman who was part of my family, and I feel the richer for that.
i could have lived with the watch going to a collector who would have valued it for its beauty and preserved it, but to melt it down for its gold seemed barbaric. It was the last piece of my great uncle still in existence on Earth. While I could have used the thousand dollars, I rejected the offer and took the watch home where it sits in a drawer, a link between a man I never knew and myself. After my own demise, this watch will probably be seized by an uncaring relative and destroyed, but I know I have at least kept the faith with a little known gentleman who was part of my family, and I feel the richer for that.