Here's one of mine, for starters.
A little oval, black-painted tin with a bit of gold decoration.
And inside it, a crumbling flower slowly turning to dust.
And also inside, a slip of paper, in my mother's handwriting from a century ago.
My parents were married in the Parish Church, Harborne on 31st January 1921. They were both 22 and went to live in rooms at 16 Yew Tree Road, Edgbaston. (One of them had previously been at 41 or 43 Wood Lane, Harborne). Dad had returned from France as a wounded soldier to "A Land Fit for Heroes". He had hoped to become an accountant but gave up on his training because - so he told me - "We had to EAT!" So he was working at a Selly Oak copper and brass factory, Elliots. Mum was working as well - she was a typist at the Law Courts in Corporation Street - but had to give that up when my elder brother came along the following year. When, I imagine, things got a bit tough, financially.
No photographs of the day. The carnation is about the only survivor. Oh, yes, and me as well of course. And Mum and Dad's six grandsons, and their eleven great grandchildren, and .......and.....
Chris