Earlier this week my mom bought me a piece of jewelry.  It made me think of the jewelry I have.  Jewelry tends to have a story.  Who gave it, when, why, etc.  I thought I'd take a stroll down memory lane.

My grandmother gave this to me for my high school graduation.  It was her engagement ring from her second husband. He took me to the zoo.  And read me Sammy the Seal.  He was short lived in our family but a memory all the same.

This is my charm bracelet.  It holds charms that my mom collected for me all through childhood.  Each of the charms holds a story that I can remember.  Like the heart was given to me when I was the flower girl at my Uncle's wedding.




This "pearl" necklace was given to me by my grandmother this past year.  It was given to her by my dad for Mother's day when he was 17.



This locket was given to me by my mom.  It holds a picture of my hubby and me in costume as Anne and Gilbert from my favorite book "Anne of Green Gables".  We played those parts in a play our senior year.  What memories.



This is the POW bracelet that my mom wore as a teenager to remember Captain Fielding Featherstone.



This is my brother's necklace.  He gave this to Kenzie the day he left for Army boot camp.  He graduates in four weeks.  We are very proud of him. 

And my new piece.  Not sure of the stories it will hold for my daughter but I'm sure many will be made while wearing it, that is if I can get over the overwhelming decisions of what color to wear.

So what story does your jewelry tell?  Tomorrow is Veteren's Day, remember to say thank you.