While Quinn was here—and I had her all to myself—I thought it might be the right time to pass along some family jewelry to the next generation. So we sat together on the sofa while I told her what I know about each of the few pieces that were especially precious. Of course I was delighted the next morning to notice her wearing one of my mother’s necklaces as we headed out to church.
My mother had told me about my dad buying this for her while he toured Europe prior to their engagement. My mother died in 1988, so of course it’s possible that story fuzzed a bit in my memory. Oh well, we’re going with it.
We bid farewell yesterday to Quinn wearing her grandmother’s necklace, and today I looked at my pictures. Reviewing pictures nearly always triggers some need to look back in my files. Wouldn’t it be fun if I could find one of her grandma wearing the necklace Quinn now prizes?
I had to take a closer look to be sure it’s the same necklace. It is! That was in 1946; Mother is holding me.
I kept looking at newer pictures, but three-strand pearls seemed to be her necklace of choice.
And then . . . I found this.
Quinn with her grandparents, and look at my mother’s jewelry!
I can’t wait to show her.