I have this piece of jewelry that was my grandmas.
It started out as a ring, and my mom had it made into a necklace after my grandma passed away suddenly.
It's a gift that was given to grandma as payment for her time working as a nanny/maid for a family outside her village in Germany. Rumor has it that she worked for them to earn money for her own parents, and also because she was guarenteed food, clothing, and a place to sleep at her job.
Times were obviously hard.
I love the necklace.
I love that it was passed to me.
I love that it has some really rich history.
And I love that I think of her when I wear it...and know that I get to hang out with her again someday in heaven and hear from her mouth the story of how she got it.
The Thorn
7 years ago
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