This is my great grandma's locket. She died when my grandma was quite young, so no one past my grandma's generation actually knew her. She wore it at her wedding, my grandma, aunties, mom, and cousin all wore it at their weddings, and when we got to my wedding my aunts thought it was lost (my grandma was in a home being treated with Alzheimer's so my grandpa moved into a new condo and they thought it was lost in the move) I was heartbroken.
Well one day a few months before our wedding, H and I are visiting my grandpa. And out he comes with the locket. I burst into tears and he told me he doesn't want to get lost again, and said I am now in charge of keeping it to lend to any other females of the family who want to wear it at their weddings. So I proudly wore it at mine, and it now sits safe with me.
Poof
My same grandma passed away a few years ago now, and grandpa just passed away last January. When my aunties and mom were cleaning out his place, they found this of grandma's: poof
They asked if I wanted it and it's my favourite necklace!
This is a lanyard that I got myself for Christmas. I had previously been wearing a hideous lanyard with a company logo on it for many years. The middle part is a locket and I chose the charms. A heart for family, a purse, and sunglasses are the other charms.
ETA: I have to wear an access badge every day at work so this gets a lot of use.
Love the history behind that locket, tiffbot! What a special thing you have to be able to share, especially with DD!
Ah, fuck. I mean, I understood what this meant but it never actually occurred to me until now that I had my own daughter. Crying now, thanks (happy tears of course!)
Post by mrsmonogrammed on Feb 22, 2016 12:57:45 GMT -5
I wear my grandmothers engagement ring on my right hand...my grandparents were 15 when they got engaged and were from a tiny farm town. It's a very simple ring but I love the meaning behind it:) She has an (upgraded) family diamond as her engagement ring now that will go to C after she's gone. POOF (It's the one on top of the stack)
Post by mrsdee1982 on Feb 22, 2016 13:00:27 GMT -5
I inherited my grandmother's wedding set. When my grandparents first got married, they could only afford a simple gold band. Then, a few years later, my grandmother was due to give birth to their 3rd child and my grandpa came home with this beautiful wedding set and told her if she was going to give him another child, he should probably give her some diamonds. It was one of the few romantic things my grandfather ever did for my grandma.
(It's the middle set of rings here. My engagement ring from my DH is the top, and his ring is the bottom).
And, when I was 16 my great grandmother passed away. I inherited a set of earrings and a broach from her. I told my mom "I think I'll wear these on my wedding day". So I put them away and 15 years later I was able to pull them out. I wore the earring and had the broach placed on our cake.
Post by pghtruelove on Feb 22, 2016 13:02:54 GMT -5
This is the most important thing I own. It was my brother's teddy bear. He slept with it until the day he died. It now sits on my bookshelf. When I'm sad I cuddle it and it's like he's there with me.
Of course I forgot to put it on today, but I have a lovely necklace that H had made for my bday last year. There is a metal circle embossed with two lovebirds and our initials (ex H+W) and then a smaller circle with a baby bird and V's initial. If I remember later I'll include a pic.
I have one just like this too, but with 2 baby birds.
I LOVE all of these stories. I had a really hard time choosing something. So I ended up just going with something that was easy to find a pic of and will explain my avatar.
We had a winter wedding and the snowman were custom made (ordered off Etsy) the cake was chocolate with mint frosting and beyond delicious. The snowman now sit in my china cabinet year round and become a centerpiece in December.
Post by billyhorrible on Feb 22, 2016 14:13:22 GMT -5
Not a great picture, but I don't have access to a lot at work.
My dad was a fantastic embroiderer. When I was born, he made me some wall art. One has big bird holding a balloon with my name, birth date, length and weight, so I won't share that here. But this is the other one he made for me. It's currently hanging in LBB's room.
Post by 3dimesdown on Feb 22, 2016 15:24:43 GMT -5
My Great Great Aunt Babba and her SO handmade me a quilt when I was born that now LO uses all the time. I used it my whole life and now I always think it's awesome that LO gets to play on a quilt her great great great aunts made for me way back in the day.
We visited them a couple of weekends ago when they were down this way (they do the snowbird pilgrimage from Michigan to the beach once a year) and they gave LO her own new quilt, but at 90 and 80ish they couldn't hand make this one themselves, so they got a close friend to make it for her. Still cool, but not quite the same.
Post by sugarkissed on Feb 22, 2016 16:43:22 GMT -5
I used to work for Emirates airlines, based in Dubai. It was my absolute dream job and because of it I've been to so many places all over the world. I left to come home and marry DH (we were in a long distance relationship the entire time I lived there!) and brought back the hat from my uniform. It's just a hat, but it's pretty iconic for the airline, and everywhere that I went, it came as well!
I have a garnet necklace and ring that my grandmother gave to me, but they were originally my great-grandmothers. Both are from Czechoslovakia. There are two additional rings that I hope to have passed down to me one day. I wore both of these on my wedding day which was special because my birthday is in January (garnet is my birthstone) but we were also married in January as well.
Since we're talking sentimental stories. My all time favorite gift that I have ever given was this past summer. My grandparents were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary. I coordinated with 10 cousins, spread across the country, and a lady from Etsy who handmade a quilt to give to my grandparents as their gift from all of their grandkids. We were down to the wire and I needed to get all of the pictures to this lady no later than June 5th. So here I am in labor, swaying and walking around the house trying to get through contractions asking DH to email this woman and send her the 40 pictures that I collected. He sent off the email at 10pm and we left for the hospital at midnight. Everything turning out and my grandma was in tears the moment she saw this quilt.
madymoiselle, that is an incredible story. When I was in Zambia there was a family travellign with us and the husband had been born there. His family fled to Australia during a period of unrest and it was his first time back. He was bringing his sixteen year old son. It was really neat to be there with them and hear about their experiences. I am fascinated by all African history though.
Until H and I started going out I had never thought about engagement rings because it never occurred to me for a single second that anyone would want to get me one. Then H said that he intended to get me one and he wanted my input, since I'd be wearing it for the rest of my life. We spent ages looking in the windows of jewellery shops (I lived in York at the time, so there were several to look at). I was able to narrow it down to emerald and diamond quite soon. I knew I wanted red gold, and ideally I wanted some Welsh gold. The last gold mine in Wales closed in 1998, and since then it's been getting more and more expensive, so I thought that was an unlikely dream.
One afternoon when we were together, H got out his laptop, Googled emerald and diamond rings, spent hours looking at them with me, and then asked me to describe my ideal ring. I said red gold containing some Welsh gold, with a large oval emerald and two small diamonds. I expected him to find something close, but instead he eventually presented me with this:
He designed the ring and found a jeweller to make it. It's 5% Welsh gold, and the jeweller lives in the small Welsh town where my parents met.
The day L was born, he gave me a pair of emerald and diamond stud earrings, red gold, of course. I treasure them, too.
So I cant upload pictures because of my work PC being my only PC and I do not have the ability. But with that being said, the Stones on Wedding band and Engagement ring are all from two different rings from DH's grandmother. It means so much to me that I was given them. I hope one day I will be able to pass them down to my granddaughter or grandson to give to his future bride.
So I cant upload pictures because of my work PC being my only PC and I do not have the ability. But with that being said, the Stones on Wedding band and Engagement ring are all from two different rings from DH's grandmother. It means so much to me that I was given them. I hope one day I will be able to pass them down to my granddaughter or grandson to give to his future bride.
Is there a significance of the stones skipping generations, ie why you wouldn't pass them on to your children but would wait to pass them on to grands? Just curious!
ETA Now I realize looking at lots of other stories pretty much that's how it works, people recieve those type of things from a grandparent. Perhaps it was a silly question!
periwinkledaydreams I think traditionally it is passed down once the person is gone. My stones were earmarked in his grandmothers will for his future bride. There were stipulations added in (I had to be Jewish, his grandfather had to approve) things like that. My sister got my grandmothers ring. I think it is just something that is done in some families
Post by mrsdee1982 on Feb 24, 2016 10:54:40 GMT -5
periwinkledaydreams - the reason my grandmother's wedding set came to me, and not to my mother, was because when my grandma passed, my mom already had her own wedding set.
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