I don’t have any, either. Except, maybe, some Christmas ornaments from my dad’s side of the family. But other than that, it can’t go back generations. My paternal grandfather was bought by a pedophile and separated from the rest of his siblings when they were all given up for adoption and then he abandoned my dad and grandma, so I never met him. When my paternal grandmother died, I didn’t get to keep anything of hers because her step son was a greedy asshole and took it all away after my dad’s sisters had already sold most of my grandma’s belongings for cash.
I never met my maternal grandfather because he died when my mom was eight. Nothing went back generations on my maternal grandmother’s side, either, because she grew up in a Catholic boarding school with her sister because her dad left the country to go back to Ireland and her mom just wasn’t the best mom because she grew up in an “orphanage” for Native Americans and only knew how to raise my grandma and her sister to the extent that she was raised – which was to just send them somewhere.
I get the idea behind it, though. That’s why my sister and I do what we do with Christmas ornaments, which is to make some every year. We’ve been doing it for years simply because we like to make them and the memories associated with the holidays tend to be good ones. We didn’t have the best childhoods, so we have to make traditions where we can, I guess.