Lillian K. Jameson [Lilly]

  1967 -
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Havannah, GA

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"Tiny Slivers of Silver" 


Date Range: 01/01/1967 To 02/10/2009   Comments: 1   Views: 15,573
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Over ten years ago now, I was working as a metallurgist and artist-jeweller - I stopped aking jewelry after a major life-event (that sounds very Oprah doesn't it?). Anyway, I had stuff in collections, on exhibition and in various galleries. I had mixed experiences - learned a lot of things along the way - lost work to thieves in badly secured galleries, and most spectacularly a couple of neckpieces to a smash-and-grab raid on a Gallery in New York, when someone backed a car into the gallery window where my work was on display and nabbed the lot.

In general though, pretty good. One of the last places I sent work to was a newish but well-respected gallery in Los Angeles. They receipted the work, so all was well. After a while, when I did check back with them - they'd disappeared. I think they went bust (although that's probably the polite version). I tried emailing my contacts, called a few people - seemed like a lost cause. Gave up. Bit annoyed - more than a few dollars down - but carried on. Every now and again over the past few years I'd do a random google check to see what I could find - nothing.

Fast forward to earlier tonight, and a neighbor dropped in a little package that had been wrongly left with them. Inside, are all of the pieces of silver I sent down to that gallery over a decade ago, filthy and in need of some TLC, but mine. With them was an anonymous note saying they'd been found in an archive, that some of them might be missing, but that if found, they'd be sent on to me in due course. No signature, no address or name, nothing. I think most of them, if not all, are there - can't find my original receipt now - probably chucked it once I'd given up hope. How wonderful is that! I'm going to think of it as someone doing a truly good deed, whether from guilt or just kindness.

Thank-you whoever you are - it's lovely to see things I made and hallmarked when I was a much-different person all those years ago. You could have kept them, sold them or passed them on to one of those annoying precious metal tellers that blow up the late nights, but no, you packaged them up carefully and sent them home. To me. You've made my year.

Here's to the good people.

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Feb 2010
Jay K said:
posted on Feb 08, 2010
Amen to that

Nice account, Lillian. Truly, those great many anonymous good people out there deserve a heartfelt vote of thanks more often.