Amber room


When I first mentioned that I might be going to Lithuania with my 91-year old grandmother, my husband thought for a moment and said “don’t come back with any more amber.”

Like a person told not to think about a white polar bear and only able to do so, immediately I  pictured a chair with smooth, gleaming lines of bubbled translucent gold. There would be at least one fearsome bug preserved within. Even though it would not be feasible to check an amber chair on an international flight, let alone procure and afford one molded from the prehistoric resin of long extinct trees, I could not stop myself from thinking about it.

I have taken amber for granted most of my life. I have never paid for it (nor stolen it), though possess so much I sometimes discover amber rings or broaches in random drawers. Most of it was passed down from Baltic-raised relatives, though at least one piece, ironically, is from the same husband who forbade me to buy more. (Maybe he wants to buy it for me? Probably.)

I own hand crafted “lucky” amber earrings with darker stones of varying size. I wear these on special or difficult occasions, though recently noticed several of the smaller pieces are missing. This means random bits of luck have fallen out and been ground into dust. I have amber rings I can’t wear because they were made for slimmer fingers and bold necklaces that should never come back into fashion. It is not a particularly valuable or sought after gem, but still my eye is drawn every single time to the only amber jewelry in craft stalls or hippie head shops. Amber steeps in my blood.

International treasure hunters still search for the Amber Room. It’s easy to lose a few lucky stones from a pair of earrings, but imagine misplacing an entire room made of amber, worth about $500 million today. A Prussian King gifted it to a Russian Tsar in 1716 and it was embellished and added to over the years. In 1941, Nazi troops looted Catherine Palace and disassembled the Amber Room, packing it into 27 crates. These crates were last seen in Konigsberg in 1945. Maybe the crates were destroyed in the firebombing of Konigsberg. Maybe not. I do not think even the Amber Room contained a chair made of solid amber.

I am planning to travel to Lithuania in August with my 91-year old grandmother and my father. We plan to visit the village where my mother was born and hopefully the pine forest my grandmother swore was so clean she would lie down for a nap and not have to brush herself off afterwards. I feel like an eight-year old a month before Christmas, equal parts excited and terrified the big day will never come.

The last time my grandmother proposed this trip, I didn’t take it seriously and got pregnant within the year. I could not take a baby and young child on such an adventure, nor could I leave them behind. Also, my grandmother was too old, we thought. We never thought “let’s wait 10 more years so she’s even older” but that’s what we did. She told me if she doesn’t at least try to make this trip, she’ll be really, really sad. As I looked at her old, unstamped passport and the application for a new one, I saw a path laid out so clear there was nothing left to do but start following it.

This trip is a treasure within reach but never guaranteed. A lot can go wrong any given day, exponentially more when one traveler is a nonagenarian. It will not be an easy trip (I have never thought this). Still, we see this as a chance to do something we will never be able to do again with people who won’t always be around. If we make it, how can I not bring home at least one amber-encrusted souvenir spoon or paperweight with a perpetually stunned wasp inside?

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  1. Wow! I too have a whole lot of amber jewelry, mostly from my mother, who was born in Lithuania. We went there for 3 weeks in 1998. I didn’t want to go (inertia), but it was worth it in the end. We stayed with relatives, who pretty much set the program for where to go and what to see, mainly in Vilnius and the Kaunas area. That pine forest sounds lovely. I hope it works out for you and that you have a wonderful time.

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  2. Apart from the beautiful colors, like honey, or really good pancake syrup, ok, now I’m hungry again, amber fossils are just cool. I was given a small piece when I was a kid, with a tiny ant-like creature in there, and I still have it. I got out a magnifying glass, and you’re right, a perpetually stunned expression – – student loan, mortgage, car payment and next thing you know…
    So this amber is a kind of a talisman, my reminder “Wake Up Step Lively Keep Moving!”
    And also, “Take It Easy with the Pancake Syrup!”
    I hope you and your grandmother have a wonderful visit, a time to treasure.

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    1. Thanks. I used to love King’s syrup as a kid. It was amber-like in color with tiny bubbles (and bugs?) inside. I never made the connection before. Plus it had a cool lion on the label. Some days I wouldn’t mind being suddenly and perpetually frozen in time.

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  3. This was absolutely stunning – I am enthralled. And over a month late in reading. I’ve been saving two of your posts in my inbox, and what a treat. I knew nothing of amber until I read about it here. I smile from ear to ear when I think about you and your grandma going to Lithuania – maybe your hubby wouldn’t mind if you snagged some honey-golden treasure for your biggest fan.
    I’m heading back up to read this again as well as learn more about the missing room.
    You continue to amaze and inspire me. xo


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