Kat, it's odd - I have the same memory as you. I too would go through the "treasures" my mother had accumulated, sometimes with her. She would tell stories about each piece of jewelery. "This one was my mothers," she would say, or "I wore those earrings on the day I met your father." Each piece had a memory of a person or event attached. Some of her jewelery was valuable because of its age, but most because of the memories it brough back. I don't know what happened to the little box of Parisian perfumes, but I remember it.

I wish I could remember how the puzzle ring goes back together. She showed me several times, but I'd always forget.