This bread bin has been in my family since 1945. My parents (both from the former Czechoslovakia) got married in May 1945, moved to a former Sudetten town of Reichenberg (now Liberec) and bought a house including all its contents. These contents were what was left in the house by the German family who lived there during the war and who were forcefully repatriated to Germany in 1945. However, prior to them this house belonged to a Jewish family who were forcefully moved to one of the Jewish camps and presumably died.
This bin has thus been in constant use for at least 80 years and through three different political systems - democracy, German occupation and post-war communism. It has survived relatively unscathed. The slight squeek the metal lid makes when the bin is opened has been with me all my life and joins me with the lives of those who went before me.