My mother actually put the several-foot-long Titanic paper model I built above the fireplace:
And a similar Washington Monument and US Capitol building (complete with a totally unexplained model of an little 18 wheeler labelled 'Fertilizer: US Government') are also cluttering up the house somewhere.
Never did get around to the over 4-foot-tall Saturn V rocket, though.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming...