Three artifacts from my grandfather’s time in Panama are my only physical heritage from him:
My mother gave me the medallion–or whatever it is, technically–many years ago. There’s a small ring on the back, so I put a ribbon through it and wore it as a necklace. One of Grandpa’s canal letters says, “About all I can show for nearly three years work is a medal—and if I was looking elsewhere for a job I’d hide that,” but this isn’t a medal. It could have been a souvenir, or perhaps something more official.
I remember Grandpa smoking a pipe. My brother and I were fascinated by his smoke rings. The Panama letters mention cigars.