About Grandma’s Registry
It started with a box of treasures and no one left to ask
When we lost my mother-in-law, we inherited her things.
A ring. Her mother’s china. Pieces that had come down from her great-grandmother, her grandmother, women whose names we knew and whose stories we didn’t. She had known every one of them — where each piece came from, who had worn it, which one she’d been given on her wedding day.
We have the objects. We don’t have any of that.
That’s the moment Grandma’s Registry came from. Not a business idea — a drawer full of beautiful things that had gone quiet.
What we believe
The story is the valuable part.
A pearl necklace is lovely. A pearl necklace your grandmother wore at her wedding in 1952, restrung once in 2004 because she couldn’t bear to replace it, is something else entirely. One is an object. The other is family.
Nobody should have to guess.
Most families don’t fight over things because they’re greedy. They fight because nobody wrote it down. A sentence in your own words — this goes to Sarah, and here’s why — settles more than a lifetime of assuming everyone knows.
It should be easy enough to actually do.
The reason most people never catalog anything isn’t that they don’t care. It’s that it feels like a project. One sticker, one photo, one story at a time is not a project. It’s an afternoon, whenever you have one.
Why a sticker
We could have built an app and left it at that. But an app is something you have to remember to open, and a registry nobody opens isn’t much of a registry.
So every item gets a small QR-coded sticker — custom-printed with your own account number, numbered, built to last. You put it on the back of the frame, the underside of the bowl, inside the lid of the jewelry box.
And then years from now, your granddaughter picks it up, sees a little gold-on-ivory label, and scans it. And there you are — your photographs, your handwriting, your voice explaining where it came from and why she’s the one holding it.
That’s the whole idea. The story stays with the thing.
US 10000001Who’s behind it
We are a mother, a grandmother, a sister, a father, a son — a family that cares about our own heritage, building something for families who care about theirs.
We started this because we needed it ourselves. The stickers are printed and packed by us, the colors were chosen by us, and when you write to support you’re writing to people who have sat in a room full of a loved one’s beautiful things and wished, badly, that someone had written it down.
That’s the whole reason this exists.
Start where you are
You don’t have to catalog everything. Start with one thing — the piece you’d grab first, the one everyone already asks about.
Your registry opens the moment you sign up. Your stickers arrive in the mail a few days later.
And then, one at a time, at whatever pace suits you, the stories stop living in only one person’s memory.