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Last update 4/16/2010
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Evoline was quite young - maybe 20 or 21 when she was married in Detroit back in 1940. In those days, Detroit was one of the world’s major cities, known as much for it’s manufacturing as it was for it’s beautiful tree lined residential streets. Evoline and her new husband lived on one such street, and were very happy. Once, on the old elm in the back garden of their little house, Evoline’s husband carved a heart with his and Evoline’s name on it.
Then, in 1941, the US entered the war against Germany. Evoline’s husband joined the fight, and did not return.
Evoline was left alone with a young son, a small garden, and an elm tree with a heart on it. She did the best she could, and passed the lonely days tending her backyard garden of which that old tree formed the centerpiece. As she aged, the garden increased in beauty. Flowers in great variety flourished, and each fall the elm presented it’s final, glorious, flame colored leaves to remind Evoline of the beauty that would return with the new spring.
In the early 60’s, Evoline’s tree was struck with Dutch Elm disease, and had to be cut down. Evoline insisted that it be cut above the carved heart, and this too came to pass. Evoline was left again with memories, and she still tended her garden.
A few short years later, Detroit fell to the twin devils of social unrest and economic collapse from which it never recovered. Evoline was forced to sell her much loved home and garden and move away with her son.
Time went on as time will do. Many, many long years later Evoline, old now, developed a longing to see the place where she had spent her few happy years, and she made the journey back to the city. She found her old home, now burned out and abandoned, making her way to the desolation which had once been her garden. Everything was gone now, except the moldering remains of her once beloved tree.
As she stood before it, overcome with memories of what had once been, she reached out and touched the rotting remains of the carved heart. The soft wood gave way to her fingertips, crumbling away, and out of the hole thus revealed fell The Gift.
I can think of a thousand mundane ways in which this necklace might have ended up in that tree, but none of them are very convincing.
I wish that I had a daughter to whom I could pass this, but I was never so blessed. I would not sell this, except I can not bear the thought of The Gift ending up in some flea market to be pawed at by bargain haunters after my death.
You see, Evoline was my mother.