We all have 'old favorites' around the house that would be trash to others. Here's a few of my favorites:
Crock Pot--in 1977, fresh out of college, we moved to Ridgecrest California. We didn't have much, and we even lacked normal equipment essential in a kitchen. During a conversation one day a gal in my ward, Vera Todd, picked up that I did not own a crock pot. She had two. She showed up with the extra one for me to keep. Here it is in all its glory, the Simmer-On II. Yes they make better more versatile crock-pots now. This one still works well and the bonus is that I think of Vera every time I use it. And try to be more like her.
Cinnamon Shaker--Don't know where or when my Mom got this dandy little shaker, but I grew up with it. We liked cinnamon toast and this is what we used as a shaker for as long as I can remember. It still does the job and rustles up memories every time.
Tiger Cup--Craig took Teresa to the Barnum and Bailey Circus in Portland when she was about 4. That would be 1989. She brought home this cup which I adopted as my water cup. I like the handle, the thick base that keeps it stable, and the capacity is just about right. About 5 years ago it cracked down the side and formed a small hole, but as long as I periodically refill the hole with rubber cement it doesn't leak on me.
Mom's Jacket--When Mom died in 1994 my sisters and I went through her clothes. We helped ourselves to a few things before donating the rest. I brought home this snazzy "jogging" jacket and pants. The pants eventually gave up the ghost but the jacket still lives, and I enjoy thinking about Mom when I wear it. Its most redeeming feature is that it's a very thin shell, which is all I need most of the time on exercise walks. Anything heavier makes me sweat too much. I know it makes me look like a relic from the 80s but I don't care.