Some are born awesome. Some achieve awesome. And some have awesome thrust upon ’em.*
My mum likes to be mysterious. She sent me an email a few days ago saying she’d “had an idea” and I should “drop in so we could talk about it”.
Things are a little crazy at the moment, so I didn’t take the bait right away.
Today, however, I became utterly convinced she’d bought a kitten.** Yes, a kitten. Therefore, I was incapable of waiting any longer. I grabbed CJ and we went over there – just now, at 9pm at night.
Remember how my mum recently had my sister and I take out huge boxes of cr– treasured items — from her attic? Today there was more stuff. This time, it was from the depths of her newly-renovated cupboard.
One of my grandmothers left all – literally all – her jewellery to me when she died. She had a brain tumour at the time, so I interpreted the gift as more of a “caretaker” role and sat down at the time with my family to see what everyone liked. The rest I kept – 99% of it in the back of mum’s cupboard, since I’m not big on jewellery.
As you can see from the picture above, Grandma’s biggest weakness was jewellery. Let’s look a little closer, shall we?
See that box? It’s inscribed – to my great-grandfather, a banker, on his retirement on the 31st of May 1930. It’s silver.
See those rings? There are only two kinds of gemstones I can recognise with certainty: opal and jade. There are four opal rings and a jade ring there, on top. The bracelets are silver – you can tell by how tarnished they are. I dunno what the rest is – glass? plastic? zirconia? Haven’t the faintest! One of the rings in one of the individual boxes was originally bought (twenty years ago) for $250. Another is still in its original box from the jewellery store – so those two aren’t made of glass. It’s perhaps interesting that the other bracelet – the one made of some kind of yellow metal – isn’t tarnished at all. Or perhaps not.
But here’s the thing. See that really BIG box at the back? The one that looks like a pirate’s treasure chest, bound in brass?
Can’t open it.
We’ve collectively lost the key. My parents have tried several keys without success. CJ had a go at it too (with tools).
Still can’t open it.
It’s full, and quite heavy (although to be honest, that’s mostly the box).
So what’s in the box???
I really hope we all find out soon. (And yes, I’ll be paying for a jeweller’s kid to go to college when they value all this.) I hope it drives you as crazy as it’s driving me.
To ease your contemplatory torment, here’s a soothing rainforest pic from flickr.com:
Coming soon: Finding out what’s in that box. Finding out what it’s all worth. Maniacal laughter and cries of, “I’m rich, I tell you, RICH!!” Also, patting a lizard.
. . . and chatting to Charles Darwin. And the final Three-Ingredient Thursday. And I’ll be flying to Melbourne on Friday for a whole lot of high-calibre schmoozing.
*three points if you know who I’m misquoting – be precise.
**I could take you through my train of thought, but it’s way less interesting now I know I’m an idiot.