Matchless Pairs

I take the privilege of age and whatever other excuses I can marshall to make one of the intial contributions to this amazing project you are beginning.

No poet am I. Thus the few words of prose noting that on first hearing of the the idea a flood of memories came forward, each with its complex of emotions.

This woman immediately relates to a "ziplock" bag half filled with fragments and singles, the plastic, mine clouded with dust of makeup and webs of time, protecting its treasure.

I doubt there are many women who don't recall the story each and every piece of jewelry can tell. I feel closer to my sisters, and the wold becomes a little less lonely, a little less intimidating.

As I sorted through my baggie and scoured other small containers and compartments for others I discovered many more and many older than I had any idea I had held on to. And yes. The memories. There will be more to share. But I am familiar with my memories and feelings.

Now I pause to listen. and to find new meaning. -- Web Spinner,  September 2005