Yesterday, my husband's grandpa gave me his 61 year old worry stone. He found it in 1949 while walking the fields in Deerfield, Ohio. He was looking for Native American arrow heads and the best place to build his home. In the early 1950's he hand dug the foundation for a cozy three bedroom ranch overlooking the field where the stone was found. Grandpa and Grandma have been married and lived in this house for 55 years. Every morning they drink tea together while watching the sun rise over the field. Their home is one of my favorite places.
Grandpa said he felt compelled to give me his stone because I "would know the perfect thing to do with it and make something really pretty."
The stone measures 56 x 40 x 15mm. It has a gorgeous color gradation and when held to the light the lighter areas are translucent.
I'm thinking that I'll turn it into a pendant, perhaps with some gold, unless the stone "tells" me it wants to be something else.