I have a short answer followed by a load of rambling
Short answer:
Old things trigger old memories. You don't enjoy looking at the picture of a pretty girl or handsome man nearly as much as the looking at the picture of someone close to you (unless you're horny, which I am, really often xD). Why pictures, can't you just remember it without a picture? I don't know! Our brains are wired that way, objects trigger a bigger emotional response than when we just consciously decide to think about it. So the valuable thing is the memory and not the oldness, I really don't understand why you would buy an antique if it's not for the looks or quality. It really is a simple as simple as that, old things trigger old memories, but this demystification doesn't make it any less enjoyable. To Sageous and acatalephobic, I think that some of the most priceless things we have are lost forever because of those convenient phones, and not just the art or value of writing with the hand.
Load of rambling:
People see each other face-to-face less often because they can talk online. Maybe if we didn't have the luxury of chatting, we would have spent more time in the same room and I wouldn't have been distanced from my old friends like I am now. I never really liked chatting or text messaging and calling and now I like it even less. I was about to say I shouldn't complain because this is a side-effect of technology and that the benefits vastly outweigh the negatives, but I won't. Because the day might come that technology corrputs and destroys humanity and humbleness more than it gives it back.
It's unthinkable to me that hand-writing will ever completely die, at least not for the sensible people of the world. Because it is so much more physical and personal than typing. I enjoy hand-writing as long as I don't get tired, somehow I get some aesthetic pleasure out of it. When I am practicing violin and I gain some insight or idea or observation, I always write it down into my little violin notebook. Even when my laptop wasn't broken I still wrote it down. First, because writing takes more effort and I have more chance of remembering it later on without having to look it up and also it is more fun to look into my notebook than it is to look at a file on a screen. When I am watching a violin masterclass on Youtube, I always get my notebook and lead-pencil to write important stuff down instead of just typing it, while typing is 10 times faster, easier to do and easier to look up, and I have to walk upstairs to get my notebook. Think about writing someone close to you a hand-written letter or poem instead of texting or mailing it. I've sent a few letters for things I wanted to say to my old violin teacher, even though it takes much more effort than mailing. I think some things are even better and more personal to say it in written words than saying it in real life. Often when we go to Turkey kids from here will write and draw stuff on paper to send to their friends in Turkey and vice versa while they could just make a phone call or send a free/instant whatsapp, ping or facebook message.
So don't worry because memorable people who have memorable things to say will still be doing it by writing it themselves instead of letting a computer do it. Here is a funny little story. Last summer I called a girl I like and said I had to tell her something and it has to be face to face. So we met 20 minutes before her class began to have breakfast at a bakery in front of her university. The time was up and I just couldn't say it, even though she kept asking me, I was too shy and shaking like crazy. She stayed to hear what I had to say, missed a lesson (an important one). She asked if I could send a text message but I found it too impersonal. We sat for about 45 more minutes and after asking it about 10 times she said "alright just write it down and I'll read it later'. But I didn't want that either because it also seemed like a cop-out, my pride wanted me to go the gutsy way. About 5 minutes before the next lesson began I gave up and wrote it down in her notebook. Now, looking back, I think that maybe it was a good thing because she can always read it again.
I prefer a house that looks old, you know, like it's a house that a family has lived in for 20 years, filled with memories and stuff all over the place. Old stuff, especially wood, has a warm and cozy feeling to it. My dream house wouldn't have that squeeky clean, shiny, white slick look to it. Google "modern living room design" and you'll see what I mean. My dream house would have almost only wood, preferable old. Old looking string instruments in glass cages, to protect it from children and it doesn't have to sound nice, it just has to look old, a nice sounding instrument belongs in the hands of a loving, caring musician. It would have a fireplace.. No glass and no metal. Something that looks like your grandparents' previous house that they left because it was breaking down or had little problems left and right 
I don't care about ancient knowledge and history, except when it's about musicians and cool animals/insects/plants. If I had to choose between two violins of the same price... One was made in 2014 by some guy whose personality I don't like at all and never played on and the other is 300 years old and played on and loved dearly by the greatest musicians of the time throughout the past 3 centuries, they sound almost the same but the new one is just a tiny fraction better in terms of sound or playability, I would still ignore all the sentimental value and pick the new one. But if they sound the same and the new one costs 50 thousand and the old one costs 10 million and I had enough money, I would buy the old one and be very happy and proud. I also enjoy listening to music from my cd player more than hearing it through headphones on the computer. It's a strange thing. Maybe this preference to the old instead of the new stems from a basic survival instinct. Old things are less likely to kill you than new things because old things didn't kill you before
I wasn't going to write much because I am currently watching this beautiful documentary full of wonderful insights into music and musicians.
But I ended up saying quite a lot
Have a nice day
PS: I was waiting to be punished by a moderator for putting up this joke-thread, but you guys saved me by making it an extended discussion.
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