A couple months ago my Mom gave me some old "junk" so to speak from my Grandfather. She gave me a a metal box with a ring of old keys from when he was a police officer in Detroit. I was immediately drawn to this key and I decided to make a long necklace out of it.
This one is a work in progress and I am not done yet, but I love how it says his name. I wonder what he is thinking in heaven that I am wearing his keys and old name tag around my neck?

















































