We were crisscrossing London in search of my mother’s jewels. She has not been robbed, it was just that she could not remember exactly in which bank they had been left. We went to the first bank. When they offered us cappuccinos and custard creams, I thought something was up. They came back apologetic, “So sorry Lady Pamela, but we don’t seem be holding anything more than this box.” We opened the box. It was a strange ornate headdress. “When on earth do you wear THAT?” I asked. Apparently, it was for when you did not want to wear your tiara. Tiara’s are heavy, require hairdressers and lots of insurance. Once traveling from England to Sweden for a grand ball, my mother wore her tiara under a huge hat – in order to make certain she did not lose it.

Tiaras also require you to be married in order to wear them. I will never get to wear my mother’s Tiara because I remain a sinful unmarried woman, but the Tiara got sold a few years ago, anyway, so that is the end of that.

By the third bank, we were hopeful. “I clearly remember having a safety deposit box here,” my mother said, despite the bank having changed. Quite a bit. There was no longer a doorman in a top hat greeting valued-longstanding customers. Instead, there was a young chap from Poland who kept asking my mother for her online banking details to get into the system. The system could tell him if there was anything downstairs in their Batcave that might belong to my mother. The system was upset when we could not give any security codes or passes or online details. The more the system became upset, the more my mother remembered the case being in this bank, the more I asked to see the manager.

The young chap from Poland sensed trouble brewing. He went to get the manager. She was also from Poland and also very young. We spent quite a bit of time with the manager trying to convince her to get someone into the Batcave, to look for a handmade leather jewelry case with the initials EM for Edwina Mountbatten engraved on the front, with a small French lock by the handle. “The key to which I have here,” said my mother proudly, producing a small brass key. No online details, but a small brass key.

“Wait here,“ she said. There were no cappuccinos in this bank, but sometime later, triumphantly returning from the Batcave, came the manager with my grandmother’s jewelry case in hand.

Of course, Edwina Mountbatten having travelled the world extensively, had amassed quite a collection of jewelry. I had underestimated the size of the case, the fact that it was raining, my mother’s wheel chair, the revolving door, and London foot traffic. Getting her to the far corner of Iceland was easier than this exit.

Once home, there was excitement as the time came to open the case. The small key was produced again and fitted into the lock and turned…and turned and turned. No amount of effort could get the key to open the case. Eric was called. Eric arrived from the garden with a dramatically sized drill in his hand. “Stand back Lady Pamela,” he said gruffly, as the drill forced its way into the poor case.

The lid opened and velvet cushions were removed to reveal staggering sparking gems.

“Your grandmother certainly knew how to outshine everyone,” said my mother.

14 thoughts on “Outshine”

  1. What strength, elegance, and wisdom! Beautiful story. May you continue enjoying each other’s company and stories for many years to come

  2. That’s just the 1st chapter! What’s next? Will we have to wait till the middle of the book for pictures or will they be thru out?!? So many questions! What an exciting beginning!

  3. Could picture the situation, not that I have ever been in a predicament like that. I now, being the great age of 72 remember well these days! Very much a well brought up daughter , my parents knew and taught etiquette!
    I love and still do follow the Royal Family and enjoy so much hearing your Mothers stories!
    Loved Lord Mountbatten a great man!

    A transplanted Scot who now lives in Florida!

  4. Amazing photos!!
    Love your heritage, your strength, your generosity, and your true legacy,through generations, lots of love !!
    I enjoyed them so much !!
    And reading your books, I discovered Harbor Island, and had a wonderful stay, with my family last year !!!beautiful !!!

  5. Thank you, for sharing with us your family and a world that few could ever imagine. Through your eyes we get to glimpse into the past, present and future. Can’t wait to see what is in your grandmothers wooden case.

  6. There’s a wonderful mystery book waiting to be written by you. What a great story. You are so funny and write so well…. and also such a hard-working lady! I so enjoy your posts!

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