Charles’ mother was a night clerk at a gas station who brought home an old mercury dime one day, a buffalo nickel another day, the odd Canadian dime here and there. They built a coin collection and soon Charles and his sister were collecting coins everywhere they went, looking for anything out-of-the-ordinary. So began Charles’ love of coins. I had a similar introduction to coin collecting. My grandfather collected coins for years and one Christmas he gifted me a penny collection book. I still maintain my collection, adding to it as the years pass and always keeping an eye out for an unusual looking penny. In this way we were both learned to love coins.
As a child I gravitated toward the shiny jewelry pictures in the catalogs my mother flipped through, and lingered over the displays in the stores we passed. I had a birthstone ring that I loved with all my five-year-old heart. I lost it in my grandparent’s backyard. A part of me still thinks about that ring, buried in the earth, waiting to be rediscovered. Later I had a mesh belt-buckle-ring that earned an equal amount of adoration. I lost it too, on the night my parents traded in their Citation for a station wagon. I was admiring the ring in my open hand and dropped it into a crack too deep for my tiny fingers, and to small for my mother to reach into. I cried. The salesperson probably thought I really loved that Citation… As a teenager I liked earrings and necklaces, but loved rings. I wore six to nine rings at a time for years. Some are still in my jewelry box.
In second grade, Charles’ aunt bought him an enameled Superman charm on a golden chain. He never took it off. One day walking home from school he noticed it was gone, probably lost on the playground during recess. Later, his grandfather gave him a box of baubles. The treasure chest had an acrylic top through which Charles saw coins for his collection, a few watches, odds, ends, and what looked like an ivory ring carved into an Indian Chief’s head. It was the size of a large jaw-breaker. He opened the treasure chest and put on the ring, aged and brown in the cracks. His grandfather smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He said, “I thought you’d like that one.”
Grown and married our daydreams of self-employment took shape in various incarnations. With a lot of hard work and a bit of luck we happily found our way home, all the way to coin jewelry. That is why we sell jewelry, specializing in the coin variety, because it is like going home to happy childhood memories. These memories are important to us and we know your memories are important to you. Nothing makes us happier than helping you find that happy, warm and bright, fuzzy feeling of a good memory. That’s why we sell jewelry at Pendant and Ring.