These great little dust collectors hang on the wall to my bedroom. Some bracelets from my mother' (only the orange baklite remains) my daughter did collect the others which I was glad to see since that indicated to me that they meant a lot to her as well. There are bracelets that I wore and bracelets that my daughter wore in the 70′s and early 80′s. My father made this shadow box inserted dowels with glass door knobs on the ends and a mirror at the back and it works perfectly for displaying bracelets.
When I was growing up in Toronto we lived on Niagara street from there my grandfather walked to work at the ”Coro Jewellery Factory” which was on King street east of Bathurst in the late 1940 and early 1950′s and many broken trinkets destined for the trash came home in his lunch box. My mother I remembered spent much time piecing together odds and sods to complete pieces for us to wear. I think now it is time to have another box built to accommodate the cast off bracelets that my two grown granddaughter’s have put aside. They know the rule “what you don’t wear you give to grandma”. The only thing I wish I could do is have my father here to build me another shadow box. Thanks Dad, yours is the best.
