My great-grandfather's massive work table was untouched not only during my great-grandmother's lifetime, but also several years after her death. Grandfather (son of great-grandfather) did not even allow moving things on the table. I almost couldn't even get close to that table. 🤭 Everybody missed him...my grandfather and great-grandmother believed what I said. Grandfather a little later, great-grandmother from the beginning.
I remember a marble paperweight, an inkwell and a writing pen. The part of the room where the table stood was very respectable and mysterious not only for me. I even remember beautiful aroma in that room.
There was also a very long wooden ruler. But I broke that in half I broke about my uncle. When I was fifteen years old, I beat him up for tormented my cousin. Grandpa didn't even get mad at me for that, and Grandma told me I did the right thing. Uncle was completely different after the compulsory military exercise, it wasn't him anymore.