Coop's Corner: Little Help??

Friday, January 5, 2018

Little Help??

I've done my best but way, way better than that, I've had a couple of my friends that ARE good at this sort of sleuthing trying to help me figure this out. We've got hints, a couple of hunches (which I won't divulge here to prevent sending things off in a wrong direction) of rough ideas of where this item's origins are.

It was in my dad's sister's things but that isn't really much of a clue. She spent her entire life living with her parents, didn't get out much on her own and for all I know, didn't correspond independently with people outside of close family and family friends. My best guess is that this is either something that was given to her or as in many of the discoveries I've been making in clearing out mom and dad's house, this is something that belonged or was given to her mother or dad (my grandparents).

As I've been mentioning, Gramp was never overseas, instead serving his country in Georgia and Indiana during the first World War and I don't think this is the City Seal from Terre Haute but then I shouldn't be assuming anything!

So, this is the piece of gold-colored jewelry that I found in one drawer of auntie's jewelry box. Anyone out there in Radioland recognize the symbols, the meaning, the origin, club, organization, group, .....anything?

If you can provide a clue or know someone else that might help, I'd sure appreciate hearing about it. Not that big of deal in the grand scheme of things but I've become very curious about this.

On a more relevant front, it's cold, it's snowy and things are happening in the garage but that's not all. The State of Minnesota got richer today. The way I've done it in the past and how I expect to do it again....as the machines come into the shop to get ship-shape for Spring, their 'reward' is an updated license tab. No one gets a sticker until they've been processed. There are a few machines with plates designated CLASSIC which means they are perpetually Good To Go and don't get these trophies.

Then there's this.....

Basecamp remains in place on the Desktop, mapping, roads, campsites, Places Of Interest are accumulating as the daylight grows.

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19 comments:

TrobairitzJanuary 6, 2018 at 8:43 AM
The pendant is very cool. I have no idea what it could symbolize and I am sure you got the same Google results as any of us.

I used to know how to go a Google image search to find "similar" photos to see if someone else out that has a photo of the same pendant, but I forget how.

Good luck in your search.
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VStar LadyJanuary 6, 2018 at 10:13 AM
Good to see you doing your part to support the state coffers! On the symbols, sorry I can be of no help. Good Luck with that.
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RichardMJanuary 6, 2018 at 6:25 PM
The six pointed star and the crescent moon were common religious symbols. It is even on early roman coins. In Fairbanks, once your vehicle is 7 years old, you can get a permanent tag and there is no more renewals needed. Is "Classic" restricted to only so many miles per year?
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David MasseJanuary 7, 2018 at 8:57 PM
Oh well, I gave it my best shot, and came up dry.
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AnonymousJanuary 16, 2018 at 10:21 PM
Take it to a synagogue.
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AnonymousJanuary 16, 2018 at 10:31 PM
I stopped at a jewelry store,the six pointed star is Hebrew. They suggested taking it to a synagogue.camped next to you at guzzi rally.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayJanuary 18, 2018 at 6:50 PM
A follow-up here.....

Fellow Blogger Erik contacted me offline with photos and a description of the watch fob that he inherited from his family. As I told him, his words, "...sometimes a fob is just a fob..." made perfect sense and struck a cord. Just maybe I was trying to hard but it was the intricacy and detail that had (have?) me convinced that there was more meaning to the symbols that just 'cuz.

So, with that in mind, I'll continue the hunt but with much less fervor and at least for the time being, am content with "just a fob".

Thanks Erik!
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MikeJanuary 18, 2018 at 7:13 PM
Showed picture to a Rabbi today. Have to find an older one. The symbols,star,moon,the bottom-5fingers or hand refer to things he knew about. But it stumped him. Mike,dsm
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MikeJanuary 18, 2018 at 10:50 PM
Are there any markings on the back?
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MikeJanuary 20, 2018 at 6:32 PM
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