When Russia opened up to American tourists, my parents visited Russia.
My great grandfather came to America from Russia in 1902. He bought a Singer sewing machine and set himself up as a tailor. I have his sewing machine. Cast iron with Art Nouveau designs painted on it. It still sews great. His family stayed behind in Russia. A Christian family fell in love with my grandmother's sister. My grandmother was a bit wonky looking, but my aunt looked like a Victorian child model. She had long red curly hair and one blue eye and one brown eye. The family hid my great grandmother and her children in their attic for 2 years during the pogroms, until my great grandfather could send them enough money to travel to America. They slipped over the border at night. We still have my great grandmother's passport. It's in Cyrillic, French, German, and English.
My grandmother had polio that stunted her growth on one side of her body, so she had one leg longer than the other, a twisted spine, and a hump like Igor from Frankenstein, but she had an amazing personality, so you never noticed her body. My Mom once complained about having nothing to wear, and Nana said, "At least you can buy clothes off the rack. I have to make all of mine in order to get them to fit my hump." My Mom said, "What hump?" You really forgot she was so twisted, because her personality just blew you away. I still have her Singer sewing machine. Cast iron with Art Deco designs painted on it.
Nana always won Miss Congeniality on the cruises she went on after retirement. There was a costume party on one cruise, and Nana put on high heels and a bathing suit. She took the sheet off the bed and pinned it to her shoulders as a cape. She took the top off a can of Ajax because it was silver, and pinned it to her head like a tiara. Then she wouldn't enter the party until the captain announced her as Miss America. So here's this 5 foot nothing, wrinkled old lady with a deformed body swanning around the party in her bathing suit as Miss America, and she WON THE FREAKING COSTUME CONTEST!
Where was I going with this? Oh yes, Russia. Mom bought a lot of amber in Russia. She didn't wear it, but gave me pieces over the years. I got the rest of it.
Mom's ring.
The ring is huge, but very comfortable.
Mom brought this brooch back for me, but it's hard to wear because of the position of the pin along one side at an angle. It has to be pinned on a lapel at an angle.
Mom's pin. I don't think she ever wore it. It's also hard to wear because of the position of the pin. It must be worn horizontal. It covers an entire boob, so I'm still trying to figure out how to make this one work.
Mom brought me these earrings. I love them.
And she brought me this necklace. I love it, but it's cleavagy, so I have to wear it over high neck sweaters. It came with a really cool silver chain.
Mom's amber bead necklace. It's nothing special, but it's great with jeans.
Mom's gaspipe amber necklace. This is very comfortable and has presence.
And I bought these green amber earrings at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. They were made by an artist in Poland.
I almost never see amber in the USA that looks like these Russian and Polish pieces.
When Mom and Dad visited Russia, the government was just allowing religion to be practiced again after many years of Communist suppression. The Russian people had no religious books or prayer shawls. And they craved Levis or any American jeans. If you showed up with a suitcase full of these things, you would get in trouble for selling on the black market. So you brought one prayer book and one prayer shawl, and a few pairs of jeans for your own use during the trip. And if you didn't have them when you went home, well, you must have accidentally left them behind in your hotel room, and that's your story and you're sticking to it.