My late paternal grandmother had a black belt in hoarding. During WWII she had more sugar than Cuba produced annually. She had aluminum foil balls the size of basketballs and rubber band balls half the size. Family legend was that she had kitchen drawer marked "string, too short to save." When I was 3 or 4 I lost a tooth on her lawn. I was distressed because I wasn't going to get that quarter because I had no tooth to place under the pillow. She found the tooth in the grass. Years later I learned it was my father's tooth that she had saved from his childhood. In the stairwell closet, she stored the leg brace my dad wore after suffering a leg wound in WWII.