Things: Dad’s Cuff Links
I have a lot of memories and stories of the grandfather you never met. But I don’t have much of anything of his that I can actually touch.
In fact, this is it: a small collection of cuff links and a couple of other oddities that were in an old, broken cigarette case that he kept inside a broken safe until he died, at 89, in 1993.
I love the idea that he (below, third from left) might have been wearing these cuff links at things like this — a meeting of the Uptown Lions Club in 1957 …
Or maybe he was wearing them here, as he adjusted his tie and eyed your grandmother, Dorothy (seated), in 1959 …
None of the jewelry is any form of silver, gold, or diamonds. (Sorry.)
But it meant something to my father, it means something to me, and I hope it means something to you.