Charming

Charms
Charms

Remember the days we had charm bracelets? I was looking through my jewelry box the other day for missing earrings when I came across this. How convenient that it showed up  since my 50th reunion is on the horizon for next year. Mostly it’s a visual trip through the senior year and I suspect each one of these charms could be a prompt for a future story.

The drunk hanging on the street lamp at the corner of State and Madison streetlamp may have been added a few years later when we honeymooned in Chicago.

Yarn with knitting needles and scissors with the thimble represent hobbies. I made most of my own clothes.

Not so sure about the orange ball but I think has something to do with bowling.

Typewriter – yes I learned to type on a manual typewriter and my first job was typing address labels of all the private airports in the states. I think it was busy work given to me by a friend of my dads.

Faith, hope and charity – I am a preacher’s kid.

Not so sure about the corn cob – the trip through miles of corn fields from Michigan to California.

Diploma – obviously I graduated. Probably a gift from mom and dad.

The crutch – a little tobogganing mishap and a perfect excuse to skip P.E., my least favorite class.

Expo 67 – my senior trip.

What’s on your charm bracelet? Do you still have it?

11 thoughts on “Charming

  1. Yes, I had one! Mama started it for me in high school. I wore it on into my thirties. I know I won’t remember them all. it was rather full. One for NHS, one for completing the Queenly Quest in Acteens. a poker hand from my trip to Vegas, half a Mizpah (my best friend had the other half) , a sweet 16, a bell that was a Christmas present…that’s all that come readily to mind.
    Barbara, blogging at Life & Faith in Caneyhead

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  2. I love this post and the memories it re-awakened. I lost mine decades ago and was just sick about it. That happened shortly after the two baby boy charms were added…
    I related to several yours: the knitting needles, scissors, and thimble, the diploma, of course; the typewriter (how I loved typing!). I confess it’s been so long I don’t remember the early charms, just my sons’. But what a memory it touched and I was delighted to revisit it. Thanks!!

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