My grandparents, when I was growing up, had one of those ancient wood console televisions in the corner with a neat doily on top of it. It had stopped working many years ago and was so obsolete that the parts to repair it were no longer being made, and my grandparents had grudgingly bought a modern colour set. However, since my grandparents were Depression babies, they refused to throw out anything... including that massive old set. So it sat in the corner until my grandparents lay down, and we cleaned out their house. My grandparents were far from hoarders because it almost took threatening them at knife point to get them to spend money, but because they never bought anything, their house was like a museum.