Seems everyone keeps a cache of memories somewhere in their home. For some it may be a large envelope full of old cards and letters. Perhaps a baseball card collection and tickets to shows they have seen in the past are the choice for others. For me it is a small wooden box filled with bits of unique jewelry. Some of the pieces I have collected over the years are, in any monetary senses, worthless. Broken chains and a tarnished charm bracelet from my youth would mean nothing to a serious collector. But these items have inestimable value to me as they remind me of times, or people, who made a lasting impression on me. And none has greater meaning than the old sterling silver cross left to me by my grandmother. A simple glance at that icon, and I am flooded with recollections of days spent listening to the tales of her life.