Serendipity at it's best...

Serendipity at it's best...

Serendipity at it's best...

Interesting people show up in the strangest places!

I met this very interesting and inspiring lady yesterday named Betsy at a luncheon for breast cancer survivors and their families. We started talking about jewelry. (Shockingly surprising topic for me, I know.) She told me this amazing story she calls The Immortal Necklace. It all started with a remodel of an old farm house in Ohio in the 1940s. The house was built in the late 1800s and needed a serious upgrade. Betsy was the only girl in a family with 5 brothers and 1 bathroom. Her father decided the bathroom was the first room to be remodeled. He began ripping out the walls to make it larger and in so doing found a very old tattered pouch that contained a beautiful pearl necklace with a complete chronology. The necklace was first worn by the Bride of an Austrian named Uttendorf in 1799. The chronology goes on to describe the passage of that necklace to the oldest daughter on her wedding day until it abruptly stopped in 1901. Betsy’s father told her that it was their obligation to continue its legacy of immortality. But now Betsy has a problem. Betsy had 4 sons, who in turn had only sons. She is a proud grandmother of wonderful BOYS. She is really at a crossroad. What should she do? Or, better what would you do? Here is a sketch of the necklace and my attempt to recreate.  Click Below!

Here is my version:

Immortal Photo

Sorry This necklace sold but I have others at: BlingBeadedBaubles.com 

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Carol

2 comments

  • twistedsisterweb: August 22, 2016

    Thank you so much!

  • Kathryn D: August 22, 2016

    That is a beautiful necklace

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