The Gold Story Contest
Hello my dear Steemians,
I hope many of you noticed this interesting contest with great prizes if not hten please visit it and you also may decide to write a story about Gold, the contest is run by @musa-gold and will be over on 31/07/25, for more info please visit the link:
Well, very first time when I heard this word “Gold” was in my childhood probably when I was 6 year and I remember my father was talking about his tooth and needed to have a crown to protect a tooth that was treated. The discussion of my parents I remember because it was about type of crown. Before I go ahead I wanted to tell you that it was sometimes in 80’s and in Kazakhstan and that time there was no ceramic or any other fancy crown, that time it was popular to have golden crown and of course, due to the characteristic of metal it also had something aseptic. Anyway, the whole discussion was due to price, it was expensive but it was needed. I was sitting at table and listening the conversation, during this time in my imagination it was not a typical tooth crown but I had a picture of a crown that kings have on the head. That is why I was puzzled how my father is going to eat if he has a crown on a tooth. But of course, everything became clear when then later on my father had a crown and it was looking like a shape of normal tooth but just beautiful golden material.
The other story about golden brooch, actually that happen with my grandmother, she had many different rings, necklaces and brooch some from just simple metal other from precious metal. Slowly she completely lost idea about what is what, because as children we loved to look through everywhere and use some of them to place. So found a brooch that had golden colour and were pinning it on the blanket around our shoulder like a cape. I remember few years later, she decided to give away some of her old jewellery and just took that I called it “cape holder” to the shop where they bought gold for money. She just then showed the brooch as there was no stamp of gold. When the Owner of shop tested that brooch he said that it was real gold but made in Turkey and handmade that is why there is no stamp but he gave quite good money for that. When my grandma found that she almost had a shock as we, children were playing with such expensive “toy”, she was glad that it was not lost.
Later on when I was a teenager I was in love with golden jewellery, of course, as a girl I loved to have beautiful golden ear rings and necklace. I remember speaking to my mother about what I wanted to my birthday, of course, my mother was not really happy with that. She told me that it is too expensive and I need to grow up then would be better time. Instead of my favourite metal, I received “Silver”. Actually since then I love silver more than gold.
I am inviting following users for the contest @elinav, @alexanderpeace, @yamelis21
Hey @stef1! 👋 What a charming and relatable post! I love how you've woven personal anecdotes around the theme of gold. Your childhood memories of your father's "kingly" gold tooth and the "cape holder" brooch are delightful! 😂
It's interesting how your preference shifted from gold to silver – a lovely personal touch. Thanks for sharing your memories and promoting @musa-gold's contest; it's a great opportunity for others to share their golden stories too.
I enjoyed the read. Keep up the fantastic work! 👍
Thank you for participating in the competition.
"Wow! What a beautiful and emotional mention of your memories with gold!
The story of the "Golden Crown" heard in childhood was so innocent - thinking about how a crown like that of a king would fit on the tooth - it was absolutely heart touching."
"The story about Grandma's brooch was really surprising! What you used to play with as a "Cape Holder" turned out to be real Turkish gold - both the mischief of children and the memories of the family are so beautifully captured in this story."
This journey from gold to silver is like the story of a relationship – where initially you like glitter, but with time you start finding solace in simplicity. This post beautifully captures the innocence of childhood, the emotions of family and the changing choices in life. This is the real art – when memories become stories. Best wishes for this wonderful contest!”
Hi friend, sometimes because we're kids, we don't understand the meaning of things, but then you realized. I used to think the same thing with a neighbor. He had gold teeth, and I told him he didn't brush his teeth, hahaha. Later, I realized they were teeth, but he didn't say gold, but yellow, hahaha.
Good luck, best regards.