Plates! Our walls are covered with plates!
The first plate was given to my grandmother by her son, the air force colonel, when he returned from a tour of duty in Japan, circa 1945. Since then anyone who went anywhere brought my grandmother back a plate.
In the mid-seventies, when she was incapacitated by a broken hip and living with us, the plates moved across the street from her house to our house, where the remain.
People still give us plates from wherever they've been, and there are a little more than a thousand plates hanging on our walls.
I'm so glad we don't live in an earthquake zone.