Found my great-uncle's old pocket watch in a box of junk at a garage sale in Boise

I was helping my aunt clean out her garage last fall, mostly just tossing old magazines and broken tools. In a dusty shoebox under a workbench, I felt something heavy wrapped in a greasy rag. It was a silver pocket watch, totally black with tarnish. My aunt said, 'Oh, that was your Uncle Frank's. He carried it every day working on the railroad.' I took it home, spent about two hours with some polish and a soft cloth, and the engraving on the back slowly showed up: 'F.J.C. 1918.' That was the year he started as a brakeman. It doesn't even keep good time anymore, the mechanism is shot, but now I keep it on my desk. It makes me think about him doing a real, hard job every single day, something you could hold in your hand. Has anyone else found a family piece in a place you totally didn't expect?