Family history: hawking handmade jewelry on the boardwalk

My mom wearing one of her ankle bracelets (on the left going-steady leg) while sitting on the back of my dad's car in Ocean City, MD

I come from a crafty gene pool. Both of my grandmothers were good with their hands, made and designed their own clothes, taught us all to love art and craft, and pulled their families through rough times by mixing all that with some entrepreneurial instinct. One of the results was a profitable little jewelry business.

This is not the story of a Park Avenue jewelry trade handed down through the generations. My mom’s family business began on a towel on the boardwalk in Ocean City, Maryland, in the summer of 1945. It didn’t make it much farther than that. After shopkeepers claimed they were taking business away, my grandmother rented a booth nearby at Jackson’s Casino, with an open-air counter facing the boardwalk. My mother, uncle and grandmother worked the counter in four-hour shifts, so everyone had time to play.

Humble as this setup was, my mother’s third of the profits helped put her through college. My grandmother’s third covered the cost of their rent and overhead for six summers. I’m not sure what my uncle’s third covered but I suspect it was something fun and totally impractical.

Can you imagine doing that today on what you’d make in a few summers selling costume jewelry on Etsy? Oh, what my grandmother could have accomplished if the Internet had been around back then.

It was my mom who started the whole thing when she was 13 by weaving and wearing what she calls “sharkskin” ankle bracelets from the cord people used to catch crabs in the bay. As you can see by the photo (above) she was her own walking advertisement. People started asking her to make them. She always asked if they were spoken for. If they were, she tied the bracelet to the left ankle to indicate off-limits. She says everyone recognized this code at the time.

Her brother convinced her to charge for the ankle bracelets, then began helping her so he could score some pocket change too. They figured out how to weave more intricate bracelets and began charging more. At first, they would put in a couple hours, then wander off to blow their profits in the boardwalk shops and eateries.

This little fad would have come and gone like a summer breeze if my grandmother hadn’t spotted the potential and stepped in. She refined the ankle bracelets by adding manufactured findings, rented shop space, added her own designs, and expanded their jewelry into a couple distinct collections.

Their jewelry was beach wear, costume jewelry, the kind of trendy throw-away stuff a teen like my mom could conjure up. Who has their finger on the pulse of cheap chic like a girl who spends her summers at the beach? My mother got so good at making these bracelets, she would read a book while weaving them – a little trick that attracted its own crowd. She says it was fun strolling the boardwalk and watching their jewelry walk by on the women they passed.

I spent part of my own summers on the same beach and boardwalk, staying with my grandmother in the house she now owned. She taught me to make the kind of jewelry she once made with my mother. When my sister and I were little, she would set us up at the table so we could sift through the bits and pieces she’d accumulated in her shoe boxes. She showed us how to put it all together and make it wearable, using the cheap metal pin and screw-back findings she’d stashed decades earlier. I can still make tiny roses out of Play-Doh, thanks to Maude, and earring-size flowers out of iridescent bits of shell.

These screw-back earrings from the 1940s are similar to the ones my grandmother used to make.

Those floral pieces were part of my grandmother’s contribution to the jewelry she sold with her children in the years following WWII, and would have been very much in fashion then. But they weren’t the core. The moneymaker was jewelry made from woven, plastic-coated cord, 1/8″ thick, something my mother refers to as “kemp.” By the time their jewelry business was in full swing, this included knot-style earrings, woven necklaces, brooches, barrettes, and cuff bracelets. Necklaces and earrings sold for $2.50.

When I was growing up, my mom had samples of all of it in her jewelry box, which I pillaged regularly – so often, I can still see and smell what appeared when the lid flipped open: a treasure trove of Retro costume jewels. The woven plastic was the color of the forties – deep maroon, brownish-gold. Some of the earrings were in this classic ’40s knot style:

Alas, it’s all gone now, all the remnants of the design collaboration between my mother and grandmother. (Not that either of them ever used terms like design or collaboration.) My mom says the jewelry eventually disintegrated, not being designed to last, but I think some of it she probably tossed during many moves.

What’s funny to me now is that I had been writing about jewelry for 15 years before it ever occurred to me that this legacy had anything to do with my own fascination. Lately, I’ve been relentlessly questioning my mother about her boardwalk jewelry-hawking days. The jewelry itself may be gone but the role it played is part of our history and, in a way, part of mid-century American history. What’s more American than the boardwalk?!

Here’s Ann Miller, demonstrating the wartime craze for ankle bracelets – worn for the same reason they’re worn today: to show off a nice set of gams. I may be prejudiced but I don’t think Ann Miller had anything over my mom when it came to rocking the ankle bracelet, even with a T-shirt in place of the glam swimsuit and braided sharkskin cord instead of a diamond on a gold chain. Good beach jewelry is sporty, fun, and casual.

So, this one is for my mom, her mom, and crafty women everywhere. To the summers of our youth. And to the ability to earn a living – or at least a summer on the beach – doing something you love!

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Bakelite on the block in L.A.

Women who paved the way: Elsa Schiaparelli

Buying pearls with design in mind

Making art and jewelry on a Caribbean island

 

 

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  1. My mom loved this trip down memory lane and is forwarding to all her pals, but she did clarify one thing: “We didn’t actually hawk this jewelry. It sold itself.” 😉

  2. What a wonderful story! It made me smile and remember all the times I did projects – sewing, knitting, paper crafts, etc – with my parents. Neither lived to see how I transformed that love of art and craft into jewelry-making, but I couldn’t have done it without them. In addition, my paternal grandfather, who died before I was born, was a jeweler. So, I like to think my love of all things jewelry is in my genes. Thanks for sharing your jewelry legacy.

  3. Thanks, Lynn! I highly recommend writing your story down, even if you just share with friends and family. It’s nice to honor the people who formed us and it’s stuff younger generations might like to know some day.

  4. I was lucky enough to do my practice teaching with your Mom. She was creative and clever then, and taught me well. My fondest memory , however, was playing cards with her and your Dad in their little trailer at MIT. Ask her to tell you all about that!!! I have a website for a book I wrote, but I am now late, so will send it later. The book is about Colonel Edward Howland Robinson Green. Barbara Bedell

  5. Barbara, I’ve heard about those card games!! That sounded like one squishy little trailer but the MIT period is one of their fondest memories. I think it’s wonderful that you reconnected with them after all these years. Please let me know more about your book.

  6. Nice, Cath! Made me think of my own craft endeavors, particularly the even-then very old-fashioned “art” of clothes pin dolls! It definitely sparked an early interest in sewing and, later, one in fashion design. That interest now manifests itself solely in an occasional devotional spin through the pages of Vogue — yay! September issue is almost here — and an even more devoted love of windowshopping….

  7. You made clothespin dolls?! The things I learn doing this blog. I can’t picture you sewing either. My mom taught me to sew too. I did quite a bit at one point but preferred to do the “designing” and have her do the making. No patience for bobbins!

  8. That’s really cool, Aunt Cathy! I think that’s all really interesting. I didn’t know any of that stuff about Grandma.

  9. Thanks, sweetie. I thought of you when I wrote this. Didn’t know most of this myself until I interviewed her. Mom said she would teach us to make the woven pieces.

  10. a loving tribute. I still cherish the set of quilted placemats your mom and Susie made me as a wedding gift 15 years ago. This summer my daughter (12) diligently wove ankle bracelets for all our houseguests, male and female alike, indifferent to age. some things change and some don’t.

  11. Melissa! Mom is making me a quilt even as we speak. This comment thread is such an unexpected pleasure: the ripple effect of my mother’s life. I used to babysit Melissa and her sisters. She heard about this post from her mother, who lives in Israel now but heard about it through mine.

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