I have an orange monkey with floppy legs and arms and a creepy plastic face with plastic ears that stick out. My great granny gave it to me when I was four months old (I'm 58). I teethed on its plastic ears. I had it displayed in a cabinet when a census taker came and she recognized it as an authentic Jo-Jo (and that is what it was, and what I called it all my life even as one of my first words). It's old, threadbare and the insides are turning to dust, but I loved that little monkey!
I have a few other things too, like a ceramic doll and crocheted poncho my granny made for me in the early 70s - the last gifts before she died.