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Kicks & Giggles: Turning memories into cash

Posted: January 28, 2013 - 5:17pm
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We buy gold” We all have heard the songs on TV and radio, and seen the waving signs along the roadside.

I was surprised to know so many of my friends and family members had actually taken part in the presumed ‘‘downtrodden’’ experience. Yet, when the topic arose at a recent gathering, nearly everyone there piped in and had stories of their good fortune at one of the many gold venues in the area. From Bradberry’s to Windsor Jewelers, lots of 1970s, ’80s and ’90s bling has been swapped for cash.

Funny thing is, most of them were not looking for a big windfall, they simply wanted to get rid of the yellow knots of broken rope and herringbone chains, charms and rings that no longer fit and were tucked in the rear of old jewelry boxes and chests.

It got me to thinking, ‘‘Hmm, wonder whatever happened to my trinkets from my days as a Friedman’s employee or relationships past.”

As I cleaned out one of the rooms in my house, I came across my high school and college jewelry box, long since forgotten. I opened Pandora ’s Box to find not just my poor taste in jewelry and my own lil ‘Mr. T’ starter kit, but tons of memories that accompanied each piece: my first braided gold chain from my first boyfriend, the infamous nugget pinky ring, charm bracelet with a year 2000 charm, and much more.

It was then the matted knots of yellow gold transformed into priceless pieces of my past, evidence of where I had been, who I had sworn to love forever at the ripe old age of 16, or those who chose me to be their Valentine. Ragged old rope chains, dented herringbones, an earring that lay without a partner, and several rings that marked the best paydays and discounts at the old downtown Laurens Street Freidman Jewelers location. I wasted little time tossing it all in a Ziploc bag and cramming it in my purse.

I pride myself for being a bargain hunter; yet, I have no experience with selling gold. I spoke with several friends who had attended gold parties to be supportive of a friend’s new venture in entrepreneurship.

Boy, were they surprised when their old bracelet and earrings nearly paid for a month of groceries for a family of 4! I even had one friend say she ran back home and gathered up everything she had just to get rid of it and pay off a couple of credit cards.

I was very skeptical of this “win-win” situation, so I sought out support from a gold veteran, a friend with an open lunch hour. Our trek to the little camper in the mall parking lot paid off in spades! She was giddy from finding one last chain in her loot, and I was simply curious at this creative way to rid myself of yet another historic pile of junk.

My opinion of this gold rush venture is: Far too easy, extremely fast and very lucrative. I wouldn’t trade my memories from each piece I rid myself of, however, knowing the pieces have sat in a buried box for more than 15 years. It made perfect sense to sell it and in return, it made much more than cents!

I will treasure my memories from my olden days donning that metal of gold, but I sure will enjoy my future with a new tiled shower.

Thanks, Windsor, for making me a believer in the treasures that lay buried in our hoards of history. Feels great to get a jump on my spring cleaning, a boost in home upgrades, and to be able to say farewell to precious metals of the past while holding on to golden memories.

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