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  • Another Gems From The Heart Story Contest Entry

    I asked my wife to marry me after meeting her on a cruise
    and only physically see her 5 times.  She wanted an antique ring.  We went to
    30 pawn shops in the Memphis
    area.  We gave up and were driving to the airport to send me back to Idaho when we saw   a
    pawn shop.  We found the most fabulous ring for only $500.  Fifteen years later
    and two kids and we are still happily married.
    Steve Scott

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    My Grandfather had an old battered trunk that he brought over from
    Norway as a young man at the turn of the 20th Century.   I have been
    storing it for years in the attic knowing it was beyond use or repair.
     I found an old silver chain necklace that belonged to my Mother in my
    jewelry box and put the key to the trunk on the chain.  I finally had
    the heart to throw out the trunk knowing I can wear the necklace with
    fond memories of them both.

    Marilyn Chapman

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    To preface: I am originally from Arizona and I am going to law school
    in Minnesota.  My fiance lives in Arizona.

    I have really fallen in love with a great man.  The story?  We call it
    Trains, Planes and Automobiles: Engagement Version.

    It all started when Rob's mom presented him with a ring that she
    wanted to pass down to me.  Up to this point we had been talking about
    marriage for months.  I really thought it would happen this past
    summer, but it didn't.  In God's time, right?  So, once Rob received
    the ring, he immediately began trying to figure out how to meet me in
    the midwest.  He would be starting a job in 2 weeks so he wanted to
    get out here as soon as possible.  Flights at that time were about
    $1000.  So, the best thing he was able to find was a train ride to
    Chicago.  The train didn't have a connection to MN.  So, he called me
    and asked me to meet him out there.  It's only about a 5 hour drive
    from here.  That way we'd have more time to spend with each other and
    get to see Chicago.  I'd never been there.

    We planned to go to mass once he got into Chicago and then to dinner.
    Little did I know, he was going to propose on the steps of the church
    before we would go into mass.  He spoke with a priest at the church
    and asked him to give us a blessing before going into mass.  We would
    then go to dinner and enjoy the town.  Notice I said "would."

    The adventure begins.  So, he would drive to Flagstaff to get on the
    train for what he thought would be a 32-hour trip.  The train that was
    suppose to pick him up was delayed because of a train wreck that
    killed over 2 dozen people in California.  Needless to say he had to
    wait a few hours for his train.  Once he boarded it was free sailing
    (or free training) right?  Wrong.  Passing through New Mexico, the
    train hit a cow.  The train didn't just knock the cow off the tracks,
    it actually ran over the cow.  So, the train officials had to get
    stop, get out and look at the cow.  For another couple hours.
    Meanwhile, Rob called me and told me not to leave for a couple hours
    because he was going to be late.  We probably wouldn't make mass.  :(
    When they finally removed the cow from the tracks and started moving,
    we thought he'd be in Chicago in time for dinner.  Wrong.  Going
    through Kansas, the train had to stop for a few hours because there
    were several tornadoes touching down.  They had to wait until it was
    clear enough to pass through.  Rob told me that all the passengers
    were restless and almost protesting.

    46 hours later (almost two days), he arrived in Chicago.  When I
    picked him up from the train station, he seemed a little anxious and
    just glad to be off a train ride that ended up being 14 hours longer
    than anticipated.  Disappointed that all of his plans fell through,
    but so excited and happy to be with me, he just couldn't hold it in
    any longer and got down on one knee.  Although it didn't happen the
    way he wished, I couldn't help but think how romantic it was that he'd
    go through all that just to get to me and ask me to be his wife.  Of
    course I said yes!  We enjoyed the day in Chicago…did you know that
    Chicago received record rainfall that day and the streets flooded?

    We drove back to Minnesota and celebrated with my friends and brother.
     We were able to merge his mom's ring with my late mom's ring.  It's
    absolutely beautiful.  Once we got back to Minnesota I told him that
    we would look for a plane ride home for him this time.  Luckily, I
    found a one way ticket for $100.

    Thank you for letting us share our story!


    An Nguyen

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    My jewelry story is actually one of regret (although it does have a
    somewhat happy ending).  My father had never wanted my mother to work,
    as he saw himself as the provider for the family as many men of his
    generation did, but when all three children had left home he relented
    and allowed her to work part-time at a gardening center (she was very
    good at growing flowers and people would come from miles around to see
    the flowers she'd planted around the horseshoe driveway in front of our
    home in the suburbs).  My mother and father had originally come from
    Ukraine and so my mother did have a bit of trouble communicating
    (writing up time sheets, etc. – I had always translated everything for
    her when I was at home) but she loved working there.  However at tax
    time it turned out that her job put my parents in a higher tax bracket,
    and so it wasn't worth it for her to work there anymore, even though
    she'd been there just a little while.  One day when I was back at home
    visiting my mother she gave me a shy smile and presented me with a box
    that had a pendant in it – a tiny piece of coral in a cone-like gold
    setting at the top.  She said the coral came from Ukraine and that
    because she had never had nice things, she wanted me to have them, and
    so she wanted me to have this pendant.  At the time I was prone to
    wearing glitzy fashion jewelry or antique pieces, and although I
    thanked my mother I thought that she really didn't understand me and my
    sense of style in giving me this piece of jewelry, which I usually only
    wore when visiting her.  One day after a visit I found that I'd lost
    it, but didn't give it much thought (being so young and foolish).  Many
    years later my mother had a stroke (after my father passed away) and I
    spent weeks with her in the hospital translating for her and talking to
    doctors.  One day she asked me to bring me her purse and when I did,
    wrapped in a small piece of paper towelling, she withdrew the coral
    necklace and gave it to me!  She told me that she could tell I really
    didn't like it and that I had lost it on her carpet and she'd kept it
    for me these many years and now wanted me to have it.  She had spent
    all the money that she earned at the gardening center to buy it for
    me!  I put it on and cried – I loved my mother so much! – and finally
    realized how it wasn't my transient trendy styles that she chose to
    acknowledge but that she was giving me a piece of herself to remember
    her by.  She died soon afterwards, and ever since I've worn the coral
    pendant and been very, very careful not to lose it and to tell everyone
    that my beautiful mother gave it to me!

    Christina Zawadiwsky

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    My boyfriend and I were planning a day trip to NYC to go to
    Central Park and see Rockefellar Center, the skating rink and all the
    Christmas decorations. He had picked where we would eat, and I picked
    the date we would go up, so it was a joint effort. We took the
    chinatown bus up from philly and surprisingly my boyfriend seemed to
    know exactly where to go, he led us from the subway station to the
    park, and we were walking through and he led me up to this beautiful
    bridge called "bow bridge" in central park. I told him I loved the
    bridge, it had such beautiful detail. While we were on top of the
    bridge admiring the view he told me he had a surprise for me, so he
    told me to turn around and close my eyes. When i turned back around to
    face him, I found him down on one knee with a beautiful princess cut,
    white gold, engagement ring in his hand. He asked me to marry him, and
    I said yes. Little did I know that he had the ring for over a month,
    and that two weeks prior to our trip, he came up with friend to scope
    out the route to get to Central Park, and he came to Central Park to
    find the "perfect" place to propose. After we got engaged I returned to
    my mom's house where I was living at the time and another gift awaited
    me…it was a wrapped, framed photograph of the bridge where we got
    engaged. He picked it up when he was in NYC planning it all out. It was
    a perfect day!

    Melinda Fathel

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     It may sound corny, but I have always had a special
    place in my heart for jewelry.  I consider myself lucky, as I have some
    very special pieces, connected with special  times and happy
    memories.  When I became engaged to my husband, my in-laws gave me
    beautiful diamond earrings as a gift.  My wedding ring, was
    actually designed with my husband's grandmother's diamond.  When my
    oldest son, was in first grade he purchased a large, gaudy dragon pin for my
    Chanukah present at the school store.  I couldn't have loved any gift
    more.  It was beautiful, even when the  dragon's glass eyes proceeded
    to fall out the next day.  Jewelry  is truly the way to my
         I believe I was about eight years old, when my
    Papa Marty took me to a fancy jewelry store in Downtown Detroit.  He
    presented me with the most beautiful sterling silver charm bracelet, any girl
    could ever want. It  had little hearts between the links. I felt
    like a princess that day and the salespeople treated me like royalty. Thus,
    also began my grandfather buying me charms for special occasions (
    like getting an egg beater charm when I got the girl scout cooking
    badge) or buying charms just for fun.  My wrist grew heavy and so does
    my heart with memories of this special gift and love for my Papa
    Marty.  He has been dead for over forty years, but he charmed my
    life.  He was the 'gem' of my life. 
    Diane Margolis-Baum
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    When my husband and I got married, in 1972, we were
    completely broke.  We used a ring he had given me while we were dating – a
    white gold band with Love on it. 
    For our 25th Wedding Anniversary, he surprised me
    with a gold duplicate of that ring, but it has a diamond in it.  Not a big
    diamond, but the thought was incredible!

    Alton & Cheryl
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    My fiance and i were young and since we were both teachers we had little money.
    I wasn't even sure I'd receive an engagement ring.

    But I did and my first thought was, "That's the ugliest ring I ever
    saw!"  (I was pretty sure the tiny "diamond" was cubic zirconia and
    there were a lot crudely wrought traceries and rosettes around the
    stone that gave the ring a certain dime store air).

    But of course I didn't voice my feelings.  He looked so sweet and pleased with himself.
    He put the ring on my left hand.  When family and friends asked to see it I did my best to respond with pride.

    Over the years we built a good marriage and became financially
    successful.  My husband presented me with jewelry over the years but I
    never took that engagement ring off.  It came to represent our love
    story, a small beginning investment that led to many happy dividends
    over a long life together.

    He's gone now and yes, I still wear that ugly little ring.

    Patricia Nieh

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    I turned 18, my mother took me to the jewelry store to buy a diamond,
    white gold cross necklace. After picking it out and purchasing it, I
    put it around my neck. I have worn it everyday every since. A few
    times, I missed the large link to connect the fine chained necklace.
    The necklace has been lost at various public places twice. Each time,
    it was found by someone and returned back to me. I wear it now because
    it reminds me of my faith, my family and I believe it brings me good
    luck. I even shower with the necklace. I will likely be buried with
    this necklace. It does mean so much to me.
    sara denhart

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    my aunt used to buy a lot of good jewelry when
    she worked in a mill back in the 1940's. once she needed some cash and was going
    to hock an opal gold ring, my mother bought the ring from her.  My mom gave
    me that ring when i graduated high school. it is worth quite a bit of money and
    it means so much knowing its history.
    donna pavcik