Back in 1986 when I was about to graduate from high school in Fresno, California, I met the most beautiful girl. Indeed, a girl she was at 14 (and a half). Before you judge, I was only 17 and she did NOT look that young. As a fresh high school graduate, heading off to college, my parents and friends thought I had lost my mind. I had definitely lost my mind.
Her parents were less than thrilled to see a somewhat older man walk up their driveway with a meager attempt for a moustache. So our first date was at a local zoo, and ice cream. She even liked me enough to invite me to a Christian church youth group meeting that evening. After that 11 hour date, we were inseparable. I soon became, to her parents, the boyfriend that ate all their food and wouldn’t go away.
Fast forward two and half years, and I had saved $350 to buy an engagement ring. I will never forget Debbie the owner of The Ritz Jewelry. She was so intrigued by my weekly visits. I had given my girlfriend a promise ring the year before. It was a modern flowing piece, with a large red heart Garnet. I had a dastardly plan to some how steal her ring back and replace it with a heart diamond. Problem was, heart diamonds were expensive.
One day, while hanging out. My love left her ring on her dresser. Instantly in my pocket. It was only one day before she realized it was missing. Off I went to see Debbie at The Ritz. I showed her the ring, and she knew I was eyeballing a full half carat heart diamond selling for $800. It wasn’t a high quality diamond. However, it was worth more than the $500 she gave in and sold it to me for. Off the ring and diamond went to be transformed by a master jeweler into a piece that was going to hopefully change my future forever.
I had hatched up a plan to propose on her 17th birthday. That evening, her father took her out to dinner and strongly encouraged her to wait a few years before thinking about marriage. Little did he know, I had been watching reruns of the the show Happy Days of an episode where Chachi, asked Joni to marry him without asking her dad first. So I followed suite. After telling my plan to my, Rolaid consuming parents (and insisting they attend her party to be a witness) I was building a large box in which to hide.
Several hours later, my two buddies, loaded into the back of a pick up truck a very heavy wrapped present, with a very hot, and sweaty, and nervous young man inside. After delivering me to the birthday girl inside, I sat quietly for over 30 minutes while she opened other “less significant” gifts. This is when I realized I forgot to give myself air holes.
Wrapping paper was ripped. Tape was cut and lid was flung open. Gasps were heard as a sweat drenched arm reach out with a ring box and an almost passed out dude proposed to his girlfriend in front of God and the world. My love just whispered, “Did you talk to my Dad?” Her Dad left the room in a huff. The guests nervously laughed. I think I heard my mom throw up beside the sofa.
Jennifer said “Yes, of course!”
Thirty four days after she turned 18 we were married. My parents were equally thrilled (I am being sarcastic) and decided if I was mature enough to get married, I was mature enough to pay for college. My beautiful new, out-of-the-box, wife went straight to work full time so I could attend college. The first sacrifice of many she would make for me and our family.
Which brings me to the question so many have asked me. “Have you always been into jewelry and design?” The answer is “No”. While at the University, I was being advised by many counselors and professors to explore my career options and pursue my passions. So I did. For two years, while attempting Business School, I poured myself into every imaginable medium in the Art and Interior Design Departments. I was going to be the next Oscar De La Renta, Designer of everything from clothes, to perfume, to jewelry. Being that my Great, Great Grandfather was a glass blower for the famous Fostoria Glass Company, my time was most spent becoming an apprentice for a professional glass blower.
My mother, whom is a Travel Agent for guilt trips, made it very clear that, “I was going to be the first on both sides of our family to graduate from college and that I was NOT going to become a starving artist.” So as the good son, who dearly loves his Mom and Dad, I abandoned my dreams of becoming a designer. I flunked out of Business School and graduated with an Advertising/Journalism Degree. My wife had high hopes of being married to a successful top executive for a company somewhere. It was my pleasure to give that heart’s desire. There are many amazing adventures to tell. However, that is for another time. One being, how we landed in Saginaw, Michigan.
After three decades, three children, financial ups and downs, and many business successes and failures, my still beautiful wife Jennifer is the one whom I want to spend all my time. In fact, my parents love her so much they said they would keep her instead of me if we ever divorced. She is my answer to prayer, my soul mate, my equal business partner. Her gift to me long ago, was pulling me out of the corporate world and encouraging me to pursue my original artistic passions. It has been a tough and satisfying journey. Every one of you has a story. Jewelry is an outward expression of these precious stories.
Today, after working with jewelry and appraisals for 15 years, all my designs are inspired by Our LOVE Story.