Grandmother's music box

This is one of my most cherished possessions - my grandmother's music box. It was a cheap little thing, and it's shabby now, but if you wind it up it still plays its tune when you open the lid. She used to keep it by her bed, and when I was small it was a special treat to be allowed to open it and hear the music. When she died it was the one thing of hers I especially wanted. It brings back very dear memories of a very special person.

It sits by my bed now, holding (for no particular reason) my children's little lost milk teeth, and my daughter loves to wind it up and hear the music, just like I did when I was small.