Most of the stuff we own is old like that. Most of it comes from family, passed down, some very old stuff. Our bedroom suite was the one my grandparents gave to my parents when they got married (30s). There's a china cabinet that belonged to my grandparents as well, and an oval glass and wood table.
Of particular importance to me is a little square table, very intricate design. It belonged to my grandparents and when my dad was just a boy he hated that little table because it was his job to polish all those complex little details. When he was old, he loved the table, for it brought back those days for him. Now I love it because it makes me think of him.
We also have a writing table that belonged to my husband's grandparents, and a stool, and so on. Most important of all is the horseshoe that hangs over our door for good luck, it has hung over the family door since back to my great-grandfather's time (he was the blacksmith). My daughter will be carrying it down the aisle on her wedding day, instead of a bouquet. There's powerful good luck in that horseshoe.
I like our old stuff for three reasons, a) it has always been there in whatever home I've lived, and so home feels like home with the furniture there in place, b) I don't like the way most furniture is made now, and c) I am an old sentimental boomer fool, da worst kine fool they be.