I don't know about you, but I adore charms. I love that they're tiny objects of affection and sentimentality. The more you have, the bigger your story to tell. It's your birthday? There's a charm for you! Lost a tooth? There's one for you, too! Got your first period? Yep, young lady, there's even one for you! (My auntie Donna gave me a puffed gold heart for that one. Although I honestly didn't see the joy in commemorating such a downright inconvenient event.)
Growing up, my Mom always talked about the charm bracelets she got from her mom. She was obsessed with me finding them when she died and I got to clean out her bedroom. After a couple of long days I found them. Here they are in all their tarnished silver glory. I think one was Nana's and one was Mom's. Nana was a stewardess(ooh, how un-PC of me!) back in the day and married to a Marine. Hence all the travel-themed charms.
Nana's is the one with the hula girl and airplane.
I'm pretty sure this one was Mom's. The heart has her initials engraved on it.
There's a little suitcase charm on Mom's that when opened contains a little surprise...
How strangely wonderful!
It reminds me of the miniature eye portraits in mourning jewelry.
I think it may be Nana's eye...