My grandfather had moved in with us, and we had to clean out his home. He lived there since 1947. His one neighbor moved in 1952. They were like family. When we, my siblings and I, were little, we lived with our grandparents for five years along with our parents. So the neighbors were like an extra set of grandparents.
No one in the family wanted any of the furniture, so I took it. There was a metal bed that belonged to the neighbor and I was going to give it back. She asked me if I could use it. Here the bed was her Mother-in-law's bed when she was a little girl. She told me I could keep it.
She has her own children, grand children, and great grands, and she let me keep it. We stripped off the coat upon coat of lead paint off of it, and now my daughter has a beautiful bed. I think of Mrs. Ernest every time I tuck my daughter in. She has just passed away, and this gift is more important than one could think.