It's March and time for Storytelling Sunday at Sian's From High in the Sky.
I was going through my jewelry box not long ago, and came across several pieces I haven’t worn in a long time. One of them is the only piece of jewelry I have that belonged to my maternal grandmother, Bertha Risser Sterling. Given the monogram, she was given this locket before she married my grandfather.
I have only vague memories of my grandmother. She died when I was in the third grade. My mother and I lived with my grandparents the year I turned one while my father was finishing his doctorate at Columbia University in New York City, but obviously I have no memories that go back that far. What I do remember is that Grandma spent a lot of time in the kitchen and enjoyed Lawrence Welk on television (which drove my father, a classical and jazz musician crazy. He was not a fan of accordians and polkas.)
When I inherited the locket I'm quite sure there were two photos inside: one of my maternal grandfather and one of my father. So I was surprised to open it, and find only my father’s photograph there.
I have no idea what happened to the photo of my grandfather, but I think I’ll put a photo of Tracy there so that when Sarah inherits the locket it will have both her father’s and grandfather’s photos. Just as it was when I inherited it.
