Off to see America and Canada with tourmaline in hand.

There really is no substitution for seeing a beautiful tourmaline upfront and personal.  So I am off to see a wide part of America and Canada with gemstones in hand.  I have never taken the northern route to the west coast and I plan on seeing a crossing of Montana and British Columbia on my way to the first showing of the collection in Vancouver.  Al, who put this site together deserves a private showing before a public meeting.  Then south to a friend’s place in Oregon.  Then sinking in to California and a private meeting or two with gem people.  Finally a return and maybe a stop in Arizona, threw Colorado where I went to college for five years in the late 60s.   I hope to see some memories and stop in St Louis to strut my stuff again.  The whole adventure should devour the month of July and I hope to get some good posts along the way.

Bruce

I plan to keep sallying forth, because America deserves to see beauty and I enjoy providing it with the collection.

 

About Bruce Fry

I was born in Summit, NJ in 1947 and graduated from Summit High School in 1966. I graduated from the Colorado School of Mines in 1970 and after spending another year in graduate school, I left to see the world of Brazil. After spending some more time discovering myself, I ended up working for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania for 32 years as an Air Quality Engineer in the Department of Environmental Protection. I retired in 2007 and took up faceting gemstones again after a long hiatus that reached back to my twenties. I had started cutting cabochons when I was 13 and bought my first faceting machine when I was 15, but ran out of money and time until I retired. My great love in gemology is tourmaline and the collection presented here represents my effort to get as much beauty and variety in the colors of tourmaline as I can. I was particularly lucky in being able to get unheated cuprian tourmaline before copper was discovered in gem grade tourmaline from Mozambique.
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