Barbara Pagani's Tresor Cache 101

My friend will reading this poem for her Mom who passed away: Epiteth When Great Trees Fall Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our sen...

  This beautiful pin was given to me in 1970 by a Family member of our neighbour who passed away in her 90's. I wore it for several years and received a lot of compliments when I wore it. Eventually it landed up just sitting in my jewelry box so I sold it.  https://posh.mk/sNxhGhRunKb This brooch was purchased at a closing sale of an Antique barn in Quebec. It most likely was a mourning brooch of the deceased man. It has a lot of crazing on the glass on the top. This has signs of green oxidation which looks like it is copper.  https://posh.mk/Us8XWzYunKb https://posh.mk/QOOfD48unKb This is a very rare and unique floral detailed brooch. It is possibly brass as there are signs of oxidation on the back. The picture is of a landscape and looks almost 3d when moved.