Only ten - gosh, how to choose? Here are ten but I shall probably change my mind by tomorrow!
1) Grandmother's clocking-on token, wage packet and transport pass from her days working in a munitions factory during WW1.
2) Same grandmother's handbag. My mum used to get it out occasionally and it always seemed mysterious and full of treasures.
3) Great Uncle James's death penny, especially since I found his grave in Belgium last year.
4) Paternal grandfather's knitted beret. After he died in 1968, I used to wear it, not out of any sentimental sense, just because they were, briefly, quite trendy!!
5) Great grandfather's Master Mariner Certificate. I know you said no certificates but this is a real one from 1899, all battered and slightly frayed. A real treasure.
6) A letter from my maternal grandfather to his wife, in which he refers to my mum as a tiny child.
7) My father's 'Nouveau Petit Larousse Illustre' school prize from Robert Gordon's College, Aberdeen in 1939. Dad should have gone to university to study languages but chose to join the navy instead and so missed out on the education and career he deserved.
8)My concertina. It is an antique in its own right but is probably what brought me into contact with the vast majority of the friends I now have. I must try to research its history one day!
9)My dining table. Nothing out of the ordinary but I remember mum's pride when it first arrived, brand new and shiny, in the house about fifty years ago. Every time I polish it, it reminds me of her. And every time I polish it, a little bit more of the nicotine staining comes away on the cloth!
10)The Maling Ware, Rington's Tea jug which was on our window ledge throughout my childhood and is now on mine.