Stories are told in various ways. Aunt Ruth and I are ladies who had charm bracelets. On hers was her baby ring replete with teething marks along with trinkets from years of travel with her beloved husband who is now deceased. My mother bought mine. (note the bee hive) My mom brought me a little charm from her travels along with a couple that marked some of my childhood milestones; confirmation and learning to drive. They are all dear, and I always knew it. Fourteen karat gold and kept in a special box to this day, but their value to me outweighs monetary measure.
I spent the night with Aunt Ruth, photographed the story telling, and listened to the charmed tales emanating from her golden goodies. I left with her baby ring. My gift from her history.
Aunt Ruth has sold the gold, but the memories will linger in my photographs and heart. Thanks to Aunt Ruth, I am keenly aware of the many ways to remember.