Archive for September, 2009
My mother is what most working women would refer to as a socialite. Her twice weekly bridge group and tennis team keep her weekdays pretty full. She hardly has anytime to squeeze in her shopping. But when she does, watch out; she has impeccable taste when it comes to clothing and accessories. Her ability to find an outfit and matching shoes that’s been reduced in price is phenomenal.
Though considered a space cadet by many people, she found the ultimate steal for her and her bridge group 3 months ago. She was hosting the final tournament of the season, so she let her girly nature run wild and decided to buy each player a small gift. After what seemed like hours of searching, she stumbled across a timeless accessory she knew all of the girls would love – Masonic pendants. As she gathered each colorfully decorated and handcrafted piece, she knew her presentation at the tournament would be flawless, and she smiled.
After my grandpa passed away last fall, my husband and I found out several weeks later that he had left us his house in his will. A real treasure tucked away in the countryside of Tennessee, it was an olive green, two-bedroom establishment that stood two stories high. Not only did we feel blessed to have inherited the house, but we were excited to see what valuables we could uncover inside.
We began in the attic, thinking we’d work our way down by floor, as we put on our surgical masks and rubber gloves to combat the dust and mold. I started with an old burgundy colored trunk. Dust spewed from the within as I opened its lid. Filled with old newspaper clippings and toupees, I dug my hands to the bottom and felt somethiblue ng small and hard. I gripped it between my fingers and pulled. As my hand resurfaced from the trunk I saw that I was holding one of grandpa’s blue lodge rings. A single tear raced down my check as I reflected upon the memory it unleashed. Then I continued to dig.