Ellen found my mom passed out. (This was last month - when mom was still in her house and not in assisted living) Her jewelry holder was on top of her. Not good memories for Ellen – who doesn’t
wear jewelry anyway. I don’t wear much (jewelry) –
certainly not enough for the wonderful piece of furniture I remember mom
purchasing many years ago. I don’t think
I would have even thought about it one way or the other, but it had been moved
into the same room where most of the photographs were. I made a request to have it.
Roland brought it in the house and
started to put it our room.
“I got that for Jenna,” I said.
He’s ordered her to take really good
care of it because it’s an heirloom.
That cracked me up. I had never
thought of it in that way before. An
heirloom is something that has been handed down for several generations. And I suppose if Jenna takes care of it, it
could become an heirloom – but I don’t think of it that way now.
Of course the unit itself is probably
a lot nicer than most of the jewelry it houses – if not all of it. Jenna has always loved to make and wear
jewelry. We made button bracelets with
the residents (well some) where my mom lives. Jenna made one for herself and I
made one for mom.
She did end up with maybe half to a
quarter of jewelry that was left behind by either my mom or either
grandmother. Ellen brought another
huge box into the room. Fortunately
Jenna didn’t notice or I’m certain we would have walked away with more.
The jewelry reminds me of those worn
by children when playing dress-ups. Or something
to be collected and ripped apart for making something else – which is maybe
what they all were at one time.
Some of it is ugly. I guess it could have been considered stylish
for its time – what time? Long before I
existed, I would think. Jenna feels so
grown up with her dangling earrings – disappointed that the really cute ones
are all twist-ons that pinch her ears.
But she can wear the clips. She
wore a pair to church and has taken a pair to school today. Jenna’s enthusiasm makes it all worth it
really.
I wish mom’s jewelry was worth
something. Most of the pieces seem to be
plastic or falling apart. Jenna broke
one of the earrings yesterday – I’m certain it was due to years of decay more
than on her part. But there were tears
in her eyes.
“Oh, it’s okay, honey. We can try and fix it. Or we can break the other one and make barrettes
out of them.”
Tears dried up. All the sudden the pair of earrings had become
quite valuable.
“We could make barrettes with just this
part,” she said as she pointed to the fan part that clipped over the ear. Pointing to the imitation pearl teardrop she continued, “And I can use this part to make a necklace!”
Okay.
For me the jewelry does not represent
mom. The only pieces I truly remember
came from one of my grandma’s. I don’t
recall mom ever wearing most of it.
Maybe two or three pieces out of – how many? I might be able to ask Jenna. She probably counted them when she initially
had her eye on them.
If I can find any joy or peace of mind
with all the devastation and turmoil that has been felt these past four months
or so, this would be it. Jenna’s joy and
gratitude. It means a lot to find that
pot at the end of the rainbow . . . or even just the rainbow itself.
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