An heirlooms journey from the pages of Leonardo DA Vinci to the doors of Lil’ Pear Tree

​Thirteen years ago my mother passed away from cancer. She was forty six years old. (Don’t worry, this will get better!) My mother was an amazing artist who loved nature and enjoyed spending time in her gardens the most. As with all who are touched by illness, it was shocking when we got the news.

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Here is my mother at age 45 doing what she loved most, capturing nature with her trusty oil paints

In the coming months we did what all families do in times of struggle, we hoped, we prayed and we did what we could to make things better. Actually, looking back I feel that no one believed that she would or could be gone in a little over a year. September came and she went. ​​

In typical east coast fashion, we made our way out of the church to the graveside and said our prayers and goodbyes. Before leaving the grounds for the dinner I took this rose and tucked it into my car for safe keeping.

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This is a very similar flower to the ones that my mother had as a garden hedge. It was almost two stories tall!

When I got to her home, I stood in her empty studio. It was so strange standing there in silence among all of her things, that were now my things. I pulled out one of her Leonardo Di Vinci books and I carefully pressed the rose from her service in the pages for safe keeping.

Life had a lot of ups and downs in the next thirteen years. From time to time I would get to missing my mother and I would go to the da Vinci book and look at the rose. Though the color had faded, the memories and the comfort it brought me never did.

Then it happened….somehow through life challenges, changes of address and

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Here is the small rose I saved!

shuffling about, I misplaced the book! One day I went to look at the garden rose…and it was gone. I was heart broken.

Three years later my husband found the book!

Imagine my surprise and happiness when he came through the door holding the DA Vinci book that held the rose which I thought was gone forever! I quickly looked in its pages and I found it.
​It was still intact…she was still there.

I wasted no time, I brought the rose to
Lil’ Pear Tree the very next morning. I was determined to never let that rose out of my sight again. The flower was made into several beads. One for me and several for my daughters (you know, for some day!).

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Ginevra de’ Benci by Leonardo da Vinci

​The pressed flower was restored to its original color and now is no longer pressed in a book. Gone are the days of worrying if it is safe or if it has disintegrated or fearing it getting wet! It is a durable, wearable memory. I can (and do) take the memory of my mother with me just about every day when I wear my rose bead.

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Here it is! This is the beautiful bead that Lil’ Pear Tree made of the rose that I saved from my mothers garden. It is a true treasure and it will last for generations to come! What an awesome thing to have, I will treasure it always!

And that is the story of my wearable memory.

 

 

 

 

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