Once there was a Armenian jeweler, living in New York City. It was the roaring 20’s. Imported items from all over the world came to his shop – carved jade from China, hand painted ivory from Persia, carved cameos from Europe, stones of all kinds from all over the place. Art Deco design was all the rage and so was extravegant cluster rings.
Well, that jeweler was my grandfather. And after all of these years, his daughter (my mother) passed away and all of those beautiful stones and jewelry came out of the safe deposit box. Yikes! Now it’s in the homes of the three granddaughters and if I wore a different ring everyday, it would take me three years to wear them all. Amazing.