My sweet father reads this little blog every day. This one is for him.
In various ways, I have ink in my blood. For his entire career my father worked in the newspaper business. My mother (an artist) and her sister (a writer) had a great love of amateur printing. They had both been members — my aunt a life long member — of the shadowy, sinister organization known as American Amateur Press Association. (I kid, I kid. Check out their website and you’ll see how funny that is.)
In honor of the family love of printing, my dad once played jewelry designer with this ingenious idea.
These are pieces of type once used in a newspaper printing press. I imagine that my dad got these from work when old equipment was being replaced. (If I am wrong, I am sure that he’ll let me know and I’ll issue a correction.) In any case, dad saw the beauty in the shape and the symbolism of the items themselves. He selected a “V” for my mom, Virginia, and a “M” for her sister, Margaret. He had the type plated and a bale added so that they could be worn as pendants and, indeed, they were both worn by two stylish, strong women. Beautiful, stunning, unique items. I am honored to be their caretaker.