My Sunday Photo – My jewel from a forgotten time
I didn’t really know my grandmother. She was old the first time I met her and we didn’t meet often. She wasn’t my real grandma because, like many during the Great War, families made the best of the situations they found themselves in. I think she was actually my mother’s aunt but no matter – she was Grandma Ison to me and my brothers.
Life in Egypt
My grandma wasn’t like other grandmothers. She owned a large hotel in the centre of Cairo at the turn of the twentieth century. My mother was used to having servants waiting on her and in later years, my brothers would know the excitement of living in a very grand place. They were at boarding school so only got to visit occasionally in the holidays.
Very little survives from this time and I have huge gaps in the story but I do have a wonderful jewel. It is an aquamarine ring set in Egyptian gold. When I was a teenager, I loved to wear it because, having quite large fingers, rings often didn’t fit. Grandma Ison had big hands so it was an ideal treasure for her to leave me.
One of the shoulders recently snapped and so it went to the ring hospital.
I am delighted that it has been repaired with no sign of the damage. It was lovely to see the assistants in the jewellers so excited by it too.
Do you have a family treasure that has a real tale to tell?