I never knew Great Grandma Martinez. I heard stories yes, tasted her recipes, saw pictures... But she pasted away before I came to this earth. My mother had some of her jewelry in which she kept in her jewelry box. Growing up I would always "borrow" the jewelry. Most of the jewelry had turquoise in it. It was always large and exotic looking. I think this is where my taste of extravagant jewelry comes from. I could never wear studs or small simple rings. The jewelry I wear has to be unique in size and color, preferably with a story behind it. Anyways, there was a ring that once was my Great Grandmothers that I would always wear. I was searching on etsy earlier this week and I was astonished to find the exact same ring on Recycled Wares. I snatched it up as fast as I could. It currently resides on my right hand. Now I don't have to borrow it from my mom, she'll be happy! And each time I look down at my hand I will be reminded of where I came from. Each time I look at it I smile, because one day I will meet my Great Grandma Martinez in heaven.