Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Diamonds - Again A Girl's Best Friend


Diamonds and gemstones have been of high value since people noticed they sparkled, and men would fight for the right to present this rare gift to the woman in the tribe he and they all most adored.This was an often repeated heroic theme through the ages.

He in love wants to show up at her door with flowers and diamonds. Alas in youth his pockets are near empty. And then as war torn Africa became infamous for blood money exchanging stolen diamonds many women recoiled, as they have done against the cruelty of animals to supply them with furs.

However in this past decade another major phenomena has happened, and it again separates generations. Now my grand daughters are part of this new more aware and independent thinkers than their mothers or grand mothers, and they have discovered the net and auctions.
And as they have learned in school that a grand new flood of clean pure diamonds from the new discoveries in the north of Canada are allowing them to rejoice at their investment on the net in a new Polar Bear Diamond of their very own collection.

If at these prices they build a collection, they could get them appraised and one day have a deposit on their own condo. Their mothers shake their heads and watch in amazement, as my daughters tell me they now do. There are now some cute real live nice ladies learning independence and planning and investing wisely.

They have a plan of attack, which when you think they never listen, you are some times hear your boring words of advise come out original, pure and clean from an intelligent grand daughter. And when you find this happening you must be quiet and nod understandingly at her discoveries and admire her deeply for her wisdom, and tell her so.

The young ladies gather around the new computer I presented grand daughter Katie for graduating. They go into several sites. There are plenty of admiring comments, and amazed squeals of delight at the low bid auction prices of some precious diamonds and gemstones.
Then, they are off down into town and several malls, where they share one of those high priced cups of coffee, and they walk the mall and check the prices in each jewelry and department store. They giggle, and whisper loud enough to be heard saying these prices are too much!
They laugh their way on home, and go back into the computer. They look over the pages of choices between diamonds beyond price for now, and those that are low for the bidding. They bid, they go their ways, they return, they check around some more.

And I notice the differing life paths my two grandsons and two grand daughters are moving towards. My oldest grandson is 22 and works in the oil fields of Alberta where he is now a foreman: he misses us and drives the thousand miles home to visit often. His younger brother worked with me in construction and is now working to earn his ticket.

The boys spend much time on computers but in different ways than their sisters. They argue and look up facts about cars, maps of the oil fields and where the next project is about to open up. The sites of the largest machines on earth chewing through cliffsides of oily sand.

Meanwhile, the girls have heard about the vast new diamond fields far to the north of the oil fields and that there are occasional excess diamond sales on the net. They have more fun at home around their computers, sipping herbal teas and telling gossip about whoever did not come along.

But with part time job money while they go beyond high school, they now invest in a valuable sales bargain. Katie has a plan, the boys spend each pay check.

And with the wide vast net they know they can afford some gem that they will have either forever, or until some local friends absolutely loves it so much she will pay way more, and then still less than that version at the mall.

And my young grand daughter has some thriving thoughts in her mind. She knows about buy low and sell high and investing as opposed to consuming. So diamonds are forever.And they should also be for she who earns and deserves.

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