Years ago, right after I converted to the Catholic church, my grand mother gave me the Rosary that belonged to her mother (my great grand mother), who brought it over on the ship from Hungary in 1880. That Rosary was truly Blessed. I could not lose it even if I had tried. It rode on the top of my pickup truck for 175 miles while I was returning from a hunting trip. When I got home I happened to see something on top of the camper on my truck. Sure enough it was my Rosary.
I had it re-Blessed by our priest and gave it to my daughter who was in need of it. She still has it after 15 years.
It’s not a very expensive Rosary but it is certainly Blessed.