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| our new friends Bob and Monica |
Bob said they had been "dreamin' on" our rings for a few years, and now it was finally time. From Monica's family's farm in Michigan, they had brought a piece of purpleheart, and hope to also use a lighter piece of wood accidentally left at home, and on its way to us now. They settled on the darker wood band for him, and the lighter wood band for her, with inverse linings. "A yin and yang sort of thing!" Allison said, and they nodded happily.
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| wood from Monica's family farm |
We are lucky, on an almost-daily basis, to witness such love and resolution and balance and partnership. It makes our chests thrum with buzzy delight! It's all the more special that we get to hear stories of lives all over the world, of the people we work with and the wood which we are honored to set our hands upon.
After the ring decisions were made, Gustav showed Monica and Bob around the studio.
It emerged that Monica runs an arts center called Nisse House of Art, which hosts a gallery, shop, studios, and workshops for low-income rural women and girls, teaching arts, craftwork and life skills. So cool! Let us reiterate: we meet the best people.
After a long and winding talk about Gustav's possibly-favorite tree, (the Ailanthus), about Chicago, and Monica's childhood as a "country girl" living in Detroit and New York, and the shifting/growing/changing of our cities, Monica and Bob had to say goodbye.
We waved after them, feeling lighter and more joyous for having met them.
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| Gustav, Monica and Bob talk wood. |
After they left, Gustav reminisced more about the Ailanthus tree, which is famous in literary circles for playing the part of the "tree" of Betty Smith's classic 1943 novel A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and famous in the inner-city, where it's called "tree of heaven" and "ghetto palm," and can grow through chainlink and concrete. "To take this tree that had such history in Asia, and bring it here as a decorative tree in front of Craftsman houses, and then it gets forgotten, but now it's invasive, it still grows in vacant lots, through foundations, anywhere..." Gustav trailed off, and made a big sigh of awe.
From the novel:
"The one tree in Francie's yard was neither a pine nor a hemlock. It had pointed leaves which grew along green switches which radiated from the bough and made a tree which looked like a lot of opened green umbrellas. Some people called it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts."
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| via Chicago Botanic Gardens |
We've been thinking a lot about feelings of belonging lately: immigration, community, gentrification. Human beings are more mobile than ever. We're less likely to live in the place where we're born. We are children and children's children of people who crossed borders and traversed oceans. We stand in the shade of trees which will be growing long after we are gone. We plant trees that will bear seeds that spread for miles.
At Simply Wood Rings, our work carries all of this with it. When a human wears a wooden ring, the two entities are suddenly on the same timeline. We are allowed to travel together, to move throughout the world: things rooted and mobile at once.
We wish Monica and Bob happiness and adventure, peace and joy. And we can't wait to show them (and you) their rings!
