I like this gemstone. It has too rich a tone level, at medium plus to really stand out in the tray without help, but it has such a classic yellow green tourmaline color when I help it, that it makes me smile. It appears to be eye clean and with fine crystal. It has closed ends and weighs 6.19 carats. It came from Namibia.
It takes me back to one of the first purchases of gem rough that I made in New York City in 1968. I had returned from Colorado, where I was going to college. My parents had given me some money to visit Yellowstone, Mount Rushmore, and Niagara Falls on the way home in my bright red (originally, but now oxidized) car with a shinny black roof. It was something of a leap of faith in the car, when I went for hours and didn’t even see a cow on my cross country jaunt from Golden Colorado to the Tetons But when I couldn’t keep up with the traffic going up the hills in South Dakota, it did put me in my place. (There were really no speed limits out west at that time). Not to mention my inability to pass even the logging trucks in northern Michigan.
Well I watch where I stayed and kept moving so I had 60 dollars left over from the trip. And as soon as I could, I headed for the BIG APPLE. I had never purchase rough before because my friends had helped me get material and I had not cut the much, even though I started when I was fifteen years old. I found a place out of the old Lapidary Journal and range the bell to gain entry to a magical world. In that world suspend over Manhattan, I purchased five pieces of rough. One small piece of golden brown dravite from Ceylon, a nice sized rhodolite garnet from Africa, a decent sized yellow green chrysoberyl and a one gram, exotic crystal of that new stuff Tanzanite along with my larger crystal of pure closed ended green tourmaline. I even saw a nice pile of aquamarine colored tourmaline with a medium tone level, that I should have gotten a piece of, but my money was spent.
When I got home with the stash, my mother was not happy with me. She even told me not to tell my father about it. Money was tight, with my going away to college and even though I had been given the money to come home and not spent it. She knew there were better ways of spending the money than on rough. Well at least I had a little bit to cut, before i gave up faceting for lack of money and time for many years.