I noticed on my desk a black cross pen - and realized it was my mom's and I took it when I went to college in 1990. I don't think I have any possession I still use that I have had that long. I have other stuff I have had longer - a book shelf my grandfather made for one but nothing that I actually use daily.
My dad's hand tools for working on cars. He'd had them my whole life that I can remember and when he passed my mom gave them to me.
Of course they are almost all SAE sized tools so I can pretty much only use them on my pickup(72 F100). They are pretty useless on my modern cars.
My glasses are probably 10+ years old. I went to the eye doctor 2 years ago but decided to just get some reading/computer glasses.
I have a set of computer screw drivers that just say Microsoft exchange server on them. No year. I am pretty sure I got them in 1998.
We just replaced our temperpedic mattress that was 15+ years old. Long overdue.
I have a black, white, and red blanket with a giant picture of a tiger on it that belonged to my parents since I was a kid back in the 80’s, and which I “borrowed” while I was in college. It’s still in remarkably good condition, it definitely doesn’t look like it’s almost as old as I am.
My parents bought me a wooden toy chest in 1973 that I now use to store blankets and linens. It's been re-stained a half dozen times, and the hinges have been replaced at least twice, but otherwise it's still in perfect condition.
My heart. 
You haven't used that in years!
I have a red and white-checkered blanket on my bed that I took from my parents' old house at some point. It's in the regular rotation of blankets we use. A few years ago my wife was looking at old photos and there was one with me crawling around on that same blanket as a baby. So it's approaching 50 years old. Some mild fraying on the ends, but otherwise looks brand new.
I also have two jackets my mom bought me probably in the mid-80's. Same brand, but one's navy and the other's black. I wear those jackets every day when the weather cools off. My wife is jealous and calls them my "wife jackets" like they're closer to me than she is. She's tried to buy me other jackets but they're either too hot or don't fit just right, so I always wind up going to back to the tried and true.
I still use a keychain from 1985. It was a gift from my grandmother for when the 49ers crushed the dolphins in the superbowl.
My wife.
I have a Bridgeport vertical milling machine that was built in 1965. It's older than I am!
One of my great aunts, or maybe great great aunts made this wonderful blanket (not sure if knitted or crocheted or something else). My great grandmother used it for years and is one of the few items I have to remember her by, she passed around 20 years ago. When we found the blanket it still smelled like her perfume and my great grandparents house. I cried a bit when I realized why it seemed familar. Edit: I’m 30 and it’s at least 1 1/2x as old as I am, if I remember correctly.
I have a Bridgeport vertical milling machine that was built in 1965. It's older than I am!
I have a wooden desk (with the squeakiest drawers imaginable) and chair that my mom used when she was in grade/high school - 1960s. The desk doesn't really see much use, but I do use the chair every day as a footrest and makeshift side table for a laptop.
Actually now that I think about it, these may predate that era a bit. I'll need to ask her.
At this moment probably my Lincoln Continental V6... 31 years old and still driving.
A souvenir pair of fingernail clippers with the Eiffel Tower that a friend from junior high brought back from France as a gift for me. The decorative part is pretty worn, but I still use it every week.
I have a steamer trunk from circa 1900 that I use to store blankets & curtains in, it supposedly came from Scotland when my great-grandmother brought my grandfather to the US. I'm not sure furniture should count though. The next oldest thing I use is probably my pocket knife that I bought from a Tarrant's (sp?) Cutlery in the mall around 1980. It's tip is mangled from the far too many times I've used it as a screw driver, but the blade still holds an edge and the locking mechanism still functions.
Probably the swiss army knife my brother got me as a 16th year birthday present. To be honest, it's quite janky at this point, and is my backup-backup knife in my camping box.
Bit of a necro, but I just now saw this thread.
- A small table from the late 60's to mid 70's that's older than me.
- A few of my dad's tools, some of which are probably older than me. Those things are nearly indestructible.
- My kids are using some of my old bedding that my mom kept, a few souvenir shirts from my childhood (80's), and numerous books, Legos, and Transformers from then.
- A sweater with the 1998 Iron Bowl score and a dated Visa commercial "Priceless" joke on it. Considering its regular use around the house, it's amazing that it still doesn't have a single hole, though it's not nearly as fluffy as it once was.
I have a wood chisel that belonged to my great-grandad which is probably early 1900s or maybe late 1890s. I should actually sharpen it someday 
My parents have a very fragile glass-fronted cabinet that was made by him which I am actually scared of inheriting someday...
Initially, I was going to say a desk stapler that my mother took from a job at a bank she worked at in the 80s and I somehow ended up with later in the 80s before I went to college. Except, when I left my last job 3 years ago, I packed it up in a small box with the rest of my shit and it's still in there.
So, oldest would be a china cabinet that was my mother's which she got from my aunt Helen. When she downsized from her house to a small small small apartment about 6 months before she passed, she asked me to use it at my house. It sits in my living room and holds mostly glass art. I would guess it's from the early 1900s. Most people would think it's ugly and no one is going to want it when I kick the bucket, so maybe I'll have them put me in it before I'm cremated...
I also have a wooden shelf that I made my mother in shop class back around 1984. I took it from her apt. when she passed and I have been keeping D&D miniatures on it. I'm going to get rid of all my minis so I'm not sure what I'll do with it, now. I'm in the "slow purge" phase of my life.
Interesting how they all relate to Mom. On the tool front, I should have my father's tools, which were comprised of a lot of my grandfather's tools since he was a diesel mechanic. But, mistakes were made when my father passed and they all got sold at an estate auction.
-BEP
Backscratcher I got as a present at some tourist trap when I was 5, 1989.
2001 Mazda Miata is second place.
Barometer/thermometer my grandfather won for Soil Conservation farming in 1959.
My body. My body is going to be 43 this month. Its already worn out. May I please have another?
Patchwork blanket made by my favorite aunt long before I was born. It's in a pretty bad shape, but it's still my go-to if I need a blanket.
This is a cheat because my folks bought some antique furniture then decided they didn't want it at their place so dumped it at ours (long story). But it's a handy desk/drawer set from 1804.
Otherwise, I have an overcoat of my Grandpa's from the 1920s that I still wear.
I guess, technically, it's my house which turned 100 years old this year.
The desk my gaming PC sits on was made in the early 60s, I think. It came with the house so I'm not completely sure.
The thing I've owned the longest and still use would be the dice that came with my first D&D boxed set that I talked my parents into getting for me in 198...7? They were already inked rather than coming with a crayon, so not the really early ones.
My partner and I eat off of the blue cornflower corningware plates that her parents bought when they first got married in the 70s. They were going to throw them out in the early 2000s but my partner, in a extremely forward thinking move for a teen at the time, saved them from heading to the trash.
I guess also our house is from the 1950s as well so thats probably the most old.
Your mom
Stainless tableware my parents bought in the mid-1960s. WMF Cromargan Laurel-Stockholm. The Platonic ideal of flatware for my brain.
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