Growing up in rural Pennsylvania taught me so much – especially how to entertain myself and be creative to make things we could not afford to become a jack-of-all-trades of sorts.

As I get older, I find myself fondly remembering those times and all my family taught me. My dad was a quiet man and worked tirelessly for his family but always with a smile. He served as one of the first teams of Navy Seals - underwater demolition in those days. Dad was not a lavish man, and in fact, I learned the art of “barter” from him.

Though, he was no shopper, and the only thing he would buy / trade for my mother and me was vintage jewelry. I would save those boxes until last to open on Christmas as they were my favorites. Throughout those years, I compiled a unique collection of jewelry that I treasure, and they hold the fondest of memories. Not to mention, those pieces all had lives before me, and I am merely the caretaker for a moment in time. I’ll continue to keep them in safe-keeping for my daughter and her family one day.

This one is for you, dear dad. I would be nowhere without you and the many gifts you shared with me. I hope to have made you proud, and I could not be more grateful for your many lessons. I truly miss you every day!