One of my favorite things my paternal grandmother had in her house was this wooden turtle. She kept it on her coffee table (along with a wooden crab, but we'll get to that later). It was a memento from a vacation she and my grandfather had taken to Jamaica (I think) long before I was born. It's an item that I'll always associate with my grandmother, full of the nostalgia of youthful visits to New Jersey, which is why it was one of the things I wanted after she passed away. The turtle's shell lifts off to reveal a small compartment inside and I always thought that was neat, kind of a secret hiding place. Now I keep lighters in there.Recently my dad was over and spotted the wooden turtle in my living room and remarked, "You know your grandmother had a turtle just like this. She and grandpa got it on a trip to Jamaica back in the 60s. Where'd you get this one?"
"In grandma's living room."
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