@izzythepush,
Growing up, they were sort of a big deal, prominently displayed in my home. Mother and dad’s surnames, on a field of red felt—haha, thinking of an Elvis painting. I think they were a family gift for an anniversary or some such from a deeper-pocketed relation.
Edit: the crest was quite fine carved wood pieces attached to the felt background.
I remember standing there as a kid, taking in the details. Now, memory is vague. Don’t know where they wound up.
Tracing family was a big deal though, even among lesser-heeled family. A lovely, very informative genealogy of one branch of my family was published years after my birth. I was among the last generation in my family to appear in the book.
We were traced back to the 1600s with some notable attachments. I was mesmerized with the story and a surprising long-past connection of my grandmother and grandfather’s family connections in Britain a few hundred years before their meeting in the states.
Anyway. Just nostalgic noise now.