I grew up in a small town in Florida. Our house was little and cozy (see picture below), filled with antiques and one wall in the living room that had floor to ceiling artwork of all different kinds. My dad was the most beautifully artistic person and he was a jeweler by trade. My younger days were spent behind the counter of my parent’s jewelry store. I watched my mom and dad help clients day after day and year after year.
One of my fondest memories (maybe not my earliest) was the day I commissioned my dad to make a ring for me. I decided that I wanted to be a paying customer and wanted to have a special ring made. My dad played along, like any good dad would do. He let me pick out a stone to be set in my ring and he did the rest. I chose a blue tourmaline with a cabochon top. This particular tourmaline was rare…it was an indicolite tourmaline. My dad made this ring for me….
I was pretty young and didn’t actually wear the ring daily but I remember being pleased as punch with my ring that I purchased with my allowance of about $80 (what a deal!). Years later after my dad passed away this ring became priceless to me!
A few months after my dad’s passing, his good friend, Sholomo called my mom. He said that he felt like my dad’s spirit was pressing upon him to send me a particular ring. I felt like the gesture was so kind and thoughtful. He wanted me to have something special to remember my dad by. When the ring arrived, I opened it not knowing what to expect. Low and behold there was another blue indicolte tourmaline ring…
I’m not sure how or if Sholomo knew about this special stone, but in that moment I felt so close to my dad even though he was gone.
Jewelry is so special and sentimental. Jewelry can hold memories, promises, history and love.
Thank you for reading! Next week’s blog prompt is: If you won the lottery…