Now that my grandma has moved into an assisted living apartment, she didn't have room to keep all her stuff. She had an estate sale when she moved up north a number of years ago so she had already gotten rid of lots, but she still had quite a few mementos from her lifetime of travels. Mementos like this little iron cannon.
According to my mom, my grandma and grandpa picked it up in the 1950s during a summer they spent living in Mexico. Grandma even had the gun powder container it came with, with the price still on it - six pesos. Six pesos in today's currency is about fifty cents; makes me wonder what the cannon cost in those days.
I have very fond memories of firing it from Grandma's front porch on New Year's Eve. So when it needed a new home I immediately asked if my house was an option. Of course, as soon as we got back to the island we had to test it. It is such a little cannon, we didn't realize quite how loud it was going to be. It sure packs a wallop!
Now we just have to decide what memories to build with it for our family. New Year's Eve? Good report cards? So many possibilities...