She was your favorite Aunt, even though you always knew her to be prim and proper. Everything done just a certain way, making it so. Slipshod workmanship was not tolerated. Nor were bad manners.
It wasn’t until she passed away, and the herculean task of clearing out the house fell to you that you discovered what caused that perpetual twinkle in her eye.
Under the eaves, the box of photos. A very young Aunt Phoebe, cigarette dangling from her lips, astride her motorcycle.*
The colors of this brooch remind me of days long past, a bit musty but with a back story you wouldn’t believe. The cabochon is rhodochrosite (or something like that, I think). Dusky grey and peach seed beads complete the piece.
*This image is of Fay Taylour, who was a premier dirt track racer, holding speedway records in Australia, New Zealand and the UK during the 1920s. She did not compete in women-only events, but open races with her male counterparts.