Fun Monday - Talismans

Margaret the Misanthrope is hosting Fun Monday this week:
Do you have a piece of jewelry or other item that holds great personal significance for you, and that you wear or keep with you every day? Show us a photo of your talisman, and tell us why it is so important to you.

Again... I thought this would be easy. I realized, however, that I am not normally attached to things. I do have a wedding ring and an engagement ring but I don't wear them. My fingers are a lot fatter these days than they were when I got them. My goal is to wear them both again someday. As a rule, though, I don't wear jewelry. I have a few pieces that I really like, but only wear once in a while.

So I started thinking about other things... Things I hang onto for no other reason than sentiment.

At the top is a diamond ring that belonged to my great-grandmother. My grandmother wore it for a while, then sent it to me. I wear it every now and then. Great-grandmother had rather large fingers, so I can actually wear it now. When my hands are thinner, I wear it on my middle finger. The figure below it is a pin that my grandmother ordered from a bramble jelly company in England. He was the mascot, though very un-pc. He lives in my jewerly box and not on my lapel, but I remember eating that jelly and getting that pin from her.

These are perfume atomizers. Once upon a time, they lived on my mother's dressing table. Mom's dressing table was a magical place. I could sit in front of it for hours and examine all the cool things on it. She still has the dressing table, but I have the atomizers. They used to have net-covered squeezy bulbs on them but they've disintegrated. The silver jars are still intact.

And this is Amelia Bearhart. My dad got her for me when I was flying to sit in the other seat and keep me company when I was up in the air. It is not uncommon for pilots to have "company" when they fly. She used to have goggles, but my son got a hold of her and chewed them in half. She looked pretty silly with one eye part hanging down on each side of her face, so I took them off. The dogtag reads: Sayre First Solo 3/13/89 N87JR. I don't fly anymore, but I keep Amelia around to remind me of the freedom I felt high above the ground - and all my troubles.

Now ya'll go visit the Misanthrope and see what everyone else carries around with them!