Possessions

I think possessions mean less to one as one gets older.  The above was given to me in August 1939, as a Christening present.  The donor was a friend of my father, whom I only ever met once as an adult.  His name was Gordon, hence me having having the same name among mine.
We recently had the birth of a little boy not far from us, called Brennen Grant Miller.  I thought he might enjoy this pewter tankard, which has stayed with me all my life.  I hope it brings him happiness.