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| Antique Cameos, J.E. Heaton Jewelers. Joyce always seems to have a good selection. |
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| 1940s Fur Clip, Earrings, and ring/ 14K and Citrine, rubies. |
This woman owned business in the heart of the village, brings a refreshing mix of older, custom, as well as new fine quality pieces. Joyce is descended from store owners in a way, ( she has an interesting historic image hanging up of the Heaton Shoes store circa 1900. Her store has a boutique feel with a clean aesthetic and a quite well curated estate section. This section's focus seems to be that of the art deco period and the Victorian.
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| Victorian Gold examples from the shop, last image shows cuff links transformed into earrings. |
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| Group of three late Victorian bouquet diamond pins. |
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| Bracelet, art deco 20s example from the private collection of a Ziegfeld Follies girl's descendant. |
Dear Momma,
I am so thankful for everything you gave me, including your love of jewelry.
One of my earliest memories is of you getting dressed to go to a party. I climbed on top of the big bed and watched, fascinated by all the doings of adults. With your hair done up, and your makeup on, you carefully lifted an evening gown over your head, letting it fall gracefully. On went the heels. A final primping, and then a quick spritz of hair spray followed by perfume. Then it happened: THE drawer was opened. Out came a series of the most magnificent, shiny adornments I’d ever seen. One by one you put them in place and checked your reflection in the mirror, smiling softly as you looked at me watching you.
When I was eight, you gave me a real gold ring with a garnet. I loved the way it looked. I loved that it made me feel grown up. I took that ring off when I was carving my Halloween pumpkin that year and lost it among the orange innards, never to be found again. We looked for days and days.
When I was fifteen years old, you gave me an unusual ring from the safe. It had belonged to a long ago family member. It was a gold band with sections cut out of it, like a pie crust. Barely visible inside was woven hair. I’d never seen anything like it... I was intrigued by the use of hair as a remembrance of a loved one. Why did they do this? How did they do this?
When I was seventeen, you came home from the Pleasant Valley Auction Hall with a beautiful gold bracelet. It was made up of links that became a Chinese dragon, with a ruby in the eye. I was dazzled by the beauty and artistry of the piece. It was a moment when I knew we shared the same taste.
Christmas one year you gave me a Victorian love knot ring with a tiny turquoise stone in the center. I loved the intricate way the loops of gold fell over each other. Later that year, for my eighteenth birthday, you gave me a Victorian engagement ring. It had an unusually cut stone (which I now know was an old mine cut), held in place by regal looking prongs. Inside were the initials of my great-grandmother, Lavinia Ida Pray and her husband-to-be, Charles Duncan. I feel as though they are with me when I wear that ring.
Dearest Momma, is it any wonder I love what you loved? When I look at fine estate jewelry it takes me back to the joyful moments we shared. I only wish you were here now to see what your love has lead to...
Thank you.
Joyce from J.E. Heaton Jewelers, Inc.
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| Art Deco Diamond engagement ring, J.E. Heaton Jewelers. |
