O is for Onyx

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Helen had been a collector of Onyx for several years; particularly Black Onyx. She had some Marble Onyx in her collection, but more than half, were Black Onyx. She had traveled to Brazil, India, and Madagascar to see it mined and to look for pieces to add to her collection.
Her father had been a collector of fine jewels of all kinds. He had made jewelry from his stones and sold them all over the world. He had been the first to teach Helen the purity and prices of Black Onyx. She had learned much from her travels with her father. Her knowledge gave her the upper-hand when she began collecting on her own. She had the reputation of one who could not be easily fooled.
Helen’s mother had passed soon after Helen was born. She had been the first child of Mr. Grover Willoughby and his wife, Margaret; there were no brothers or sisters. Her father never remarried. He had preferred to raise his daughter, with only a nanny, and teach her all he knew. He was a wealthy man and Helen would inherit it all. He wanted to make sure she was smart enough and tough enough to make it on her own.
Helen had never married, because she was never sure a suitor was in love with her or her money. She did want a child, though, someone to pass all that she and her father had acquired to. At the age of 30, her time was running out. Helen thought of so many things; what if she died shortly after giving birth like her mother? what if the child’s father had traits of dishonesty in his family? There were so many things that could go wrong. Helen thought about leaving it all to a prestigious museum. She just didn’t know and decided to let fate decide.
Helen, like her father, was a bit of a mystic. She believed that Marble Onyx enabled her to connect with Mother Earth and to the Ancients. She often meditated while holding a piece of Marble Onyx. She felt the caring, nurturing bond that formed the connection. Helen knew Marble Onyx contained the attributes of friendship, happiness, loving communication, and tranquility. She always wore a piece containing Marble Onyx or carried it on her person.
Helen, often, held a piece of Black Onyx when she was working on her chakras. She knew it was a balancing stone and that it assisted in helping her master her own body. It helped, immensely, with awareness, concentration, good fortune, and happiness. Helen always wore a piece containing Black Onyx, or carried it on her person, for protection.
Helen’s father hadn’t traveled in several years, leaving all that up to Helen. When her father became ill and was bedridden, Helen didn’t travel much. She had employed a full-time nurse for her father, but she still didn’t like to leave him for long periods at a time.
One afternoon, Mrs. Susan Howard, came by to visit with Mr. Willoughby. Susan was the curator of the local Museum of Fine Stones. She was a long time friend of Helen’s father. Today, she had a young man with her. She introduced him as, Mr. Tom Garrett, the son of the owner of the Museum of Fine Stones. Helen motioned for the maid to bring tea up to her father’s room, then escorted the visitor’s up to her father’s room.
“He’s at his best in the mornings and likes to nap the afternoon’s away,” Helen told the visitor’s before she opened the door. The nurse motioned for them to come on in.
“I just gave him some pain medication, so he will probably become incoherent in a little bit,” the nurse whispered to Helen on her way out.
“Why, Grover, you don’t look a bit sick to me,” Susan said as she took his hand and patted it.
Grover smiled. “And you don’t look a day older, Ms. Susan. Who have your brought to visit me? Ah, I see, it is none other than the younger Garrett. Where have you been, boy?”
Tom cleared his throat and walked over to the bed to shake Grover’s hand. “I’ve been studying abroad for a bit, then traveling around with my father. He sent me back to check on things at home and at the Museum.”
“Yes, yes, come to think of it, I haven’t seen Garrett the elder in awhile either.”
The maid entered with the tea, while they all found a chair to sit in.
“Mr. Willoughby gets his own tea blend,” she said as she finished pouring everyone a cup of tea.
They all fell into gentle conversation, as they drank their tea. Soon, Grover was snoring again. His nurse came in and took away the tea.
Susan and Tom took that as their cue to leave. Helen stood to see them to the door, but was reluctant to leave her father’s side.
“We can see ourselves to the door, Helen, you stay with your father. I will get a morning off soon and will stop back by,” Susan said.
Helen nodded, absentmindedly, and said, “Yes, he is much better in the mornings.”
Tom held out his hand and said, “It is nice to have met you, Ms. Willoughby.”
“Oh, please call me Helen,” she said blushing a bit.
Once she was alone with her father, she lay down beside him, on the bed, held his hand, and talked soothingly to him until she drifted off to sleep.


He told her stories from the Bible, where Onyx was one of the 12 stones adorning the breastplate of the High Priests.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting. I do hope you will visit again soon. 🙂 I loved black onyx before I knew anything about it. It just called to me. The first piece of jewelry I owned, made from black onyx, was a heart shaped ring with a single diamond in it. I still have that ring, but can no longer wear it. I received it as a gift when I was 16. I will probably pass it on to one of my granddaughters, if they show an interest.


    1. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. 🙂 In my head, Helen is not older, she just has had to deal with a lot more responsibility, and still carries a heavy load. Tom has led the playboy role of the rich boy who doesn’t have much responsibility, but he is soon going to learn.


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