I am a family history buff and junkie. I love learning about my family history and will work on my pet project any chance I get.
I believe everyone's family history is more than just the facts and the basics of name, date of birth, and death, marriages and kids and so forth.
It is the story of their lives that I find so appealing. The key word being story as each of us have a great and fascinating one to tell.
It is truly amazing what you can learn about yourself when studying your past. Our ancestor’s strength, trials and tribulations were all passed to you in the form of lessons you were taught as a child to where you grew up and sometimes, even what you picked for a career.
That may sound strange but a lot of people who first came to America stayed on the east coast and others braved the wild west and went on to forge a nation as they traveled from east to west. If someone long ago hadn’t said, ‘Go west my son, go west’ then our country may have been completely different. If people had found gold on the east coast and young America had a gold rush, we may never have pushed west as we did.
Overall, I think it is their inner strength and tenacity to forge a better tomorrow that I respect so much. I’m not sure if I would be brave enough to load up a wagon and hit the Oregon Trail.
That brings me to one of my favorite pieces of heirloom jewelry.
My fried marble.
Yes it is fried (some unknown person gave it that name) but the actual marble was baked and not fried.
Baked so many years ago at a low temperature causing the interior to fracture and create what I consider to be a wearable piece of art.
I am lucky. I am lucky my great grandmother fried her marble and years after her passing, I was fortunate enough to receive it.
I can admit the marble is beautiful but the original necklace was horrible so I changed it within the first week. While the sterling setting is traditional for the time it was made, the actual glue is horrible. I don’t care! It is beautiful and it inspires me to be better.
It is far more valuable than an ounce of gold. The fried marble gives me a means of staying connected with a great grandmother I never had the pleasure of knowing in life. It reminds me that she faced so much more in her life then I ever did and probably ever will. Wringer washing machines, growing and then having to can food, horse drawn carriages and so forth. Boy, do I have it easy living in 2018!
But it is most precious because her hands made it and she often wore it and a part of me just knows she wore it proudly like a badge of honor.
As each of us journey through life, we create so many wonderful memories that become our legacy. Your life and its many pieces are your badges of honor – a crown that you wear upon your head each day even if it isn’t seen by others.
As you fill your life with special pieces of jewelry remember that you are building a legacy that hopefully will adorn a member of your family further down the line. And just like you, they can wear it proudly.
As for my fried marble? I will continue to hold it close to my heart. I will tell my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren all about their rich ancestry. My story telling will include a very special lady, who took the time to make a fried marble.
I don't believe she intended to make an heirloom but she did. In that process, she created a family heirloom that her descendants can treasure for generations to come.
Helping you make a statement without saying a word.