an empty chair
This bomber jacket belonged to my grandpa, Ray, who was a pilot in WWII. He painted a bomb on the back for every mission he flew with the crew of The Miss-Fitt. He said the only time the plane was shot was when he was on leave and someone else was flying it! He passed away several years ago and now my sister has the jacket.
My wedding ring, and the ring my grandmother wore.
a fancy gate
something as old as I am (baby book)
a lamb (well, as close as I found)