|The Open House Jewel Heist (standard:other, 667 words)|
|Author: Gerri||Added: Oct 28 2013||Views/Reads: 1845/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A true story of how my mother lost her jewelry when her house was up for sale.(and how the jewelry was finally recovered)|
My mother is a product of the depression and as such she has her own quirky way of doing things. She and my dad lived in their big 5 bedroom home in the city for just shy of 50 years. After dad passed away at the age of 77, mom was left on her own. This was an emotional hardship more so than a practical one, since mom was always a superbly independent working woman. It finally came, in 2008, that she had to give up her beloved “mansion” and opt for another residence. We urged her to go to an independent living facility but true to her independent nature, she refused and at the young age of 85, she bought another, albeit much smaller, one story house in a little suburban village closer to all of her family. Once mom put her old house up for sale, people came and went on a regular basis with viewings and open houses being the norm. It happened during one of the open houses, that my mother realized her little cache of personal jewelry was missing. She was sure she had hidden it behind one of her long, floor length curtains and now it was gone. Needless to say we all questioned her at length, picking at her memory, finally scavenging the house in pursuit of the elusive jewels. Success never happened and my sister, a detective on the police force, finally had to file a police report. Almost a year passed and the big house, as we affectionately called it, was finally sold. As we emptied its nooks and crannies, placing stacks of items by the curb for the “collectors” to ravage and began to set up for the giant garage sale to sell the fifty odd years of accumulation that marked my mom and dad's life, the memory of mom's lost stash remained with all of us. Her son in law, my husband, decided that maybe, just maybe, mom's memory wasn't quite up to par and began a house wide scavenger hunt for those “lost” jewels one last time. He began in the attic, pulling up loose floor boards (dad's favorite hiding place) and reached into the rafter crevices wherever accessible. After much pain and suffering, with hands bruised and cut, the attic was abandoned. The next stop was the basement which proved to be just as fruitless. It became clear that we would have to leave the home of our childhood without ever solving the mystery of mom's missing items; closure was not to be. With the house finally empty except for one last piece of furniture; that being an antique table that had stood in the entry hall for many years, we all stood together, mom, her brother and all four of us children with spouses in tow, paying one last homage to the old place we all had called home. We laughed and the house echoed in its emptiness. Mom pointed to the old table and smiled. "That antique table has been standing in this hallway for more years than I can remember," she said, "and I'll bet that none of you know it contains a secret compartment." We all looked at her in surprise. "The only ones who knew about it were your father and I," she said and swung the right back edge of the table forward to reveal the compartment. To everyone's surprise, including mom's, her little bag of jewels lay quietly staring up at us from the secret hiding place. Stunned silence filled the air but only momentarily as we all whooped and hollered with joy and relief. Mom had elected to keep the table and lucky for her she did. The police file was closed, the “open house” jewelry heist was solved and mom's little cache of valuables now resides safely under secure lock and key in her current home! Epilogue: the little front hall table still resides in mom's new residence and remains our hero to this day! Tweet
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