This, I believe, is one of the ways we commune with those who are no longer with us. We visit with belongings, ponder what they meant to that person, and what they mean to us now. Did Robb's grandmother like the china pattern, or was it picked out for her? (I, for one, adore it.) Was this a special jewelry box of my grandmother's, or was it some old thing that someone gave to me to fill with sparkly stuff when we went to pack up her home? Though it may seem morose, I find it quite interesting! So I thought I would spend some time visiting with the grandmothers. Won't you join me?
And of course, I would be remiss not to mention the grandma ring that I wear every day. It came from Robb's Grandma McClure, the very same one who owned the china bowl above. This is my engagement ring, and it was hers, too. And at the end of the day, I have to say, it's the prettiest engagement ring I've ever seen. Simple, delicate, with a slightly ornate setting...it's not too much and not too little. Clearly, us ladies all have excellent taste.
Just last week, I saw Robb's mom and caught her gazing at the ring. She said something to me along the lines of "I was just visiting." And really, that's what we do when we pull out the heirlooms, isn't it?
And isn't it fascinating that someone can hang onto these pieces for so long, tucked away in a drawer, while others don't even know that they exist? I thought of my dad and uncles as I conceived of this post, and how they might like to revisit some of their mother's jewelry, which they probably haven't seen in decades because it's been in a box in my underwear drawer. Perhaps, if we're lucky, they can recall her wearing these pieces, a memory will be jogged, and a new story will be born.