A ring with a story
For Macro Monday's topic of the week : Inheritance. HMM !
During the first world war, my grand-mother left her house in a village near Arras, in the north of France with her children. My grand-father was on the battle fields and she went on the roads towards the south to find a safer place, along with hundreds of people. When it was time to come back, they found a family of Belgian people settled in their house. The lady, before leaving, gave my grand-mother her camay earrings as a thank you gift.
Apparently there was only one earring left when my mother inherited it and she had it transformed into a ring that she offered me when I was a teenager. I've worn it ever since. The girl on the camay has lost her nose but I don't mind.
A ring with a story
For Macro Monday's topic of the week : Inheritance. HMM !
During the first world war, my grand-mother left her house in a village near Arras, in the north of France with her children. My grand-father was on the battle fields and she went on the roads towards the south to find a safer place, along with hundreds of people. When it was time to come back, they found a family of Belgian people settled in their house. The lady, before leaving, gave my grand-mother her camay earrings as a thank you gift.
Apparently there was only one earring left when my mother inherited it and she had it transformed into a ring that she offered me when I was a teenager. I've worn it ever since. The girl on the camay has lost her nose but I don't mind.