I will never part with my bracelet. Given to me by my Grandmother, the silver metal bands laced together hold five amethyst stones that have retained their glamor and smooth texture for almost 68 years. Almost gladiator-like in appearance, this piece of jewelry is my favorite because it was my grandmothers and it reminds me of my past relatives. At age 13, around 1947, my grandmother and her brother and parents took a road trip on Route 66 in a 41 Cheverly to see the western states. Her father, Lamar Salter, had been stationed at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas towards the end of World War Two. He wanted his family to experience the hot, dry, sandy region he had endured, explaining that while at Fort Bliss, he never went to sleep without sand