My beloved sister-in-law (a Maguire, she is seriously Boston Irish and a truly wonderful woman) had an heirloom shillelagh from the old country that was a treasured possession. It had been handed down to a family member in each generation for two or three centuries. Well, many years ago, her son Michael (my equally beloved nephew) decided he wanted to take the stick to school for some sort of show-and-tell as part of an event. His Mum was very reluctant, but caved to pressure from her sweetly persuasive son and allowed him to take it. He said, of course I will take good care that nothing happens to the shillelagh. And of course, someone made off with it when Mike was busy with his pals. She was horrified, and distraught that the family heirloom had vanished. It was never found in spite of pleas and enquiries. The moral of the story? Don't let anyone persuade you to part with things you value and cannot be replaced. Such objects are more than "stuff", they carry an intrisic meaning and value that is both psychological and cultural. They should be off limits, and should never be removed from the place where they belong.