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The Tradition Will Go On

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I don’t remember how old I was when my mother told me that Mama’s ring would be mine someday. Mother had beautiful hands, and the ring just fit her slender ring finger, as it had just fit my grandmother’s in an earlier day. Now arthritis had thickened her hands and the ring no longer fit. My mother would let me try it on from time to time, and at first it was too big for my small hand, and would slide right off my finger. But as the years went on, my hands grew larger until the ring was, for me as well, a perfect fit. The ring would pass from Mama, to my mother, to me, and one day to my daughter.

It was the idea of the continuity of the tradition that pleased me, as well as the thought of becoming the custodian of the physical ring, the knowledge that I would be wearing a diamond ring, a thing of intrinsic value, as well as a heritage, to be worn proudly and guarded well. It made me feel, at fourteen, that I was becoming a woman, that in addition to the ring, I was being given a new level of trust, and it made me yearn for the secrets that adulthood and maturity would convey. I was ever in a hurry to be a grownup.

And at last the day came! Somewhere Back East, in a box in a friend’s garage, there is a picture of me that was taken that day. I look as impossibly young and innocent as I was, on the day I got my ring. My mother had a jeweler clean and place it in a jewelry box. Even though I knew full well what that tiny box contained, I can still remember how fast my pulse was racing when I opened it, and there was my heart’s desire, placed into my very hands. I put it on and for the most part, didn’t take it off again for many years, until it was time for me to pass it on.

I realize I haven’t described this small but important piece of jewelry, so beautiful in my eyes. It was a quarter carat blue white diamond, in a Tiffany setting, and with the recent cleaning it blazed in the sun. The stone, though not large, was beautifully cut and possessed many tiny reflective surfaces. I must confess there were many, many times as I knelt devoutly in prayer, my eyes cast down, I was making tiny little hand movements that charted reflections from the stained glass windows, or made the miniscule candle flames dance in flickering rows. Guilty but exhilarated, I concentrated on these visions as the organ music swelled and voices rose around me in song. I see it now as another form of worship; the colors and the music and the light, echoing the words and the incense of the service. All part of a spiritual experience I was just beginning to comprehend.

Now back to the present day, and the tradition will go on, but it will take a different path than I had thought. My only, and quite satisfactory, child is a son. I never had a daughter of my own, but my next-younger sister had a lovely daughter, who is now expecting her first child, a little girl. So the ring will go on, from me to my niece,  and now to her daughter. I’m sure that Mama and my mother will be watching when the little ceremony takes place, and they will smile.

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Author: Melody J Haislip

I'm either a transplanted East Coaster or a born again West Coaster. My heart kept pulling me toward Oregon, and when I followed it I found my dream, which I am living daily. My dream of becoming a writer has come true as well. I am in the company of people who speak my language, and the sense of community is healing hurts I didn't know were there. I am very grateful for my enormous good fortune.

2 thoughts on “The Tradition Will Go On

  1. What a lovely story. I recall Mother giving me her diamond ring June 1974 and I was over the moon.

    Your story reminds me of the song “Tradition”, from “Fiddler On The Roof!”

    Happy Mother’s Days Sunday!

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  2. Beautiful family heirloom, Melody! Indeed, your family tradition will not end with you because you are not selfish. The ring is a fortune in itself. It becomes more precious when you hand it down by tradition. The owners ahead of you will be very grateful that you continue their beautiful story.

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