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The Hope Diamond dates back to 1642, it is a diamond noted for its remarkable color, size, clarity, beauty, and history. The Hope Diamond is a very brilliant deep blue faceted ovoid diamond that measures 25.60 millimeters by 21.78 millimeters by 12.00 millimeters and weights 45.52 carats. The diamond is set in a pendent in which it is encircled by sixteen white diamonds. The Hope’s color is a combination of blue, caused by boron, as in all blue diamonds, and gray. The depth and intensity of its color and the occasional highlights that flash from its facets are unique. Vivid reds, yellows, and greens can be seen from different angles.


Three or four kings owned it. It disappeared from the public eye for twenty years before probably surfacing in an altered form, then returned to obscurity for twenty-seven more years. Its alteration is said to have produced other magnificent stones that may or may not exist today. It is most famous for bringing great misfortune upon whoever owns or wears it.



The story of the “blue” begins in the seventeenth century in India, with Jean-Baptiste Tavernier, a French jewel trader. Tavernier made a half dozen journeys to the Orient during his lifetime. At the end of his second trip to India, he acquired a 112 3/16-carat, rough-cut deep blue diamond that may have come from the nearby Kollur mine in the great diamond market of Golconda, or stolen from an idol of the hindu goddess, Sita. What Tavernier paid or exchanged for the diamond or from whom he purchased it is not known. In his memoirs he wrote of his visits to the diamond mines but never mentioned his commercial transactions. It was the law of the mines that all gems belonged to the Grand Mogul, so Tavernier may have dealt with the ruler himself in acquiring the large stone.


Tavernier’s blue diamond became part of the magnificent French crown jewels in 1668 when King Louis XIV purchased it along with fourteen others shown to him by the trader. This diamond, which became known as the French Blue, was set later by Louis XV’s court jeweler in another of the French crown jewels, the Golden Fleece. During the one hundred twenty years it remained a crown jewel, it passed from Louis XIV to Louis XV, and to Louis XV’s grandson, Louis XVI, who was crowned in 1774 and continued the extravagant ways of his forebears.


During the eighteenth century in France, the peasantry and working class grew restless under the oppressive rule of the monarchy. By 1789 the country under King Louis XVI and his wife, Marie Antoinette went bankrupt and the revolution finally erupted. Mobs stormed the Bastille prison in Paris, poor people around the country invaded the homes of the upper class; men and women attacked the Versailles palace.


Under a new constitution in 1791, the king was granted limited powers. The indignant Louis XVI sought assistance from other European leaders to quash the uprising. In June 1791 the king and Marie Antoinette attempted to flee to Austria where the queen’s brother, Joseph II, was emperor, but they were stopped and returned to Paris. Shortly after, custody of the French crown jewels was returned to the National Assembly. They were stored in Paris in a repository called the Garde Meuble and put on public display.


The Garde Meuble then became the scene of a bizarre spree of burglaries. The repository was usually well guarded or sealed tightly, and on a few evenings in September 1792, when bands of men came to steal it valuable contents, one of the metal bars that were supposed to keep the windows shut was unsecured, granting the men easy access. With that, the French Blue disappeared from history because no blue diamond of its weight and appearance was ever recovered.


There is documentation that a large blue diamond of almost forty-five carats was owned in 1812 by one Daniel Eliason, a Kindon diamond merchant who died in 1824. The diamond was described and sketched in color by an English jeweler, John Francillon, in a legal memorandum that he signed and dated London, September 19, 1812. This blue diamond was in fact what came to be called the Hope Diamond by 1839. The description and measurements of the traced stone matched with the Hope; Francillon’s writing and illustrations are the first recorded evidence of the Hope Diamond.


Claims have been made that certain other blue diamonds of European vintage are the issue of the re-cutting of the French Blue. These diamonds have ranged in weight from one to fourteen carats and most prominently include the so-called Brunswick Blue. But scholars who have compared the dimensions and shape of the sixty-seven carat French Blue in illustrations with those of the forty-five carat Hope gem and concluded that the cutting could have resulted from no other stone.


While the mysteries of the diamond may never be solved, one thing is known for sure: it is a magnificent jewel whose fame and beauty and true history are surpassed by few other gems.
:p
 
DLL said:
The Hope Diamond dates back to 1642, it is a diamond noted for its remarkable color, size, clarity, beauty, and history. The Hope Diamond is a very brilliant deep blue faceted ovoid diamond that measures 25.60 millimeters by 21.78 millimeters by 12.00 millimeters and weights 45.52 carats. The diamond is set in a pendent in which it is encircled by sixteen white diamonds. The Hope’s color is a combination of blue, caused by boron, as in all blue diamonds, and gray. The depth and intensity of its color and the occasional highlights that flash from its facets are unique. Vivid reds, yellows, and greens can be seen from different angles.


Three or four kings owned it. It disappeared from the public eye for twenty years before probably surfacing in an altered form, then returned to obscurity for twenty-seven more years. Its alteration is said to have produced other magnificent stones that may or may not exist today. It is most famous for bringing great misfortune upon whoever owns or wears it.



The story of the “blue” begins in the seventeenth century in India, with Jean-Baptiste Tavernier, a French jewel trader. Tavernier made a half dozen journeys to the Orient during his lifetime. At the end of his second trip to India, he acquired a 112 3/16-carat, rough-cut deep blue diamond that may have come from the nearby Kollur mine in the great diamond market of Golconda, or stolen from an idol of the hindu goddess, Sita. What Tavernier paid or exchanged for the diamond or from whom he purchased it is not known. In his memoirs he wrote of his visits to the diamond mines but never mentioned his commercial transactions. It was the law of the mines that all gems belonged to the Grand Mogul, so Tavernier may have dealt with the ruler himself in acquiring the large stone.


Tavernier’s blue diamond became part of the magnificent French crown jewels in 1668 when King Louis XIV purchased it along with fourteen others shown to him by the trader. This diamond, which became known as the French Blue, was set later by Louis XV’s court jeweler in another of the French crown jewels, the Golden Fleece. During the one hundred twenty years it remained a crown jewel, it passed from Louis XIV to Louis XV, and to Louis XV’s grandson, Louis XVI, who was crowned in 1774 and continued the extravagant ways of his forebears.


During the eighteenth century in France, the peasantry and working class grew restless under the oppressive rule of the monarchy. By 1789 the country under King Louis XVI and his wife, Marie Antoinette went bankrupt and the revolution finally erupted. Mobs stormed the Bastille prison in Paris, poor people around the country invaded the homes of the upper class; men and women attacked the Versailles palace.


Under a new constitution in 1791, the king was granted limited powers. The indignant Louis XVI sought assistance from other European leaders to quash the uprising. In June 1791 the king and Marie Antoinette attempted to flee to Austria where the queen’s brother, Joseph II, was emperor, but they were stopped and returned to Paris. Shortly after, custody of the French crown jewels was returned to the National Assembly. They were stored in Paris in a repository called the Garde Meuble and put on public display.


The Garde Meuble then became the scene of a bizarre spree of burglaries. The repository was usually well guarded or sealed tightly, and on a few evenings in September 1792, when bands of men came to steal it valuable contents, one of the metal bars that were supposed to keep the windows shut was unsecured, granting the men easy access. With that, the French Blue disappeared from history because no blue diamond of its weight and appearance was ever recovered.


There is documentation that a large blue diamond of almost forty-five carats was owned in 1812 by one Daniel Eliason, a Kindon diamond merchant who died in 1824. The diamond was described and sketched in color by an English jeweler, John Francillon, in a legal memorandum that he signed and dated London, September 19, 1812. This blue diamond was in fact what came to be called the Hope Diamond by 1839. The description and measurements of the traced stone matched with the Hope; Francillon’s writing and illustrations are the first recorded evidence of the Hope Diamond.


Claims have been made that certain other blue diamonds of European vintage are the issue of the re-cutting of the French Blue. These diamonds have ranged in weight from one to fourteen carats and most prominently include the so-called Brunswick Blue. But scholars who have compared the dimensions and shape of the sixty-seven carat French Blue in illustrations with those of the forty-five carat Hope gem and concluded that the cutting could have resulted from no other stone.


While the mysteries of the diamond may never be solved, one thing is known for sure: it is a magnificent jewel whose fame and beauty and true history are surpassed by few other gems.
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The Hope diamond is always an interesting story..So full of mystery and death and intrigue....Thank you sexy DLL always a pleasure..and one of these times I will actually post a story ;) I am working on a new story for Lit called Broken Down.I hope I can actually finish it..lol Take Care Sweetie :kiss:
 
i said I had a couple of stories to share here so I thought I would before I leave for a few days.....

This is a true story...When I was in 6th grade we had moved to house that was nestled in with a bunch of other houses and declared a village...there was no store, no post office so how they managed that I have no idea. Anyway, the house we moved into was the last one on the outskirts of this village and it had been empty for a long time...it was quite modern and very nice inside and out....It had a very nice concrete patio out back. When we moved in there was a huge red stain on this patio. My momma bless her heart, tried everything to get rid of this red stain we even tried painting it over and it *bled* thru...We eventually got to know our neighbors and it was them who told us what the red stain was....there had been a woman that lived there that had shot herself on the patio and died....we never had any other problems with this house but we never did get rid of the red stain....I live close to the house now and we stopped a few years past to visit our old neighbors and the stain is still there.....and yes the folks who live there now have tried to get rid of it as well....

Not really a ghost story but its one of those spooky unexplained things......
 
I lived in this house quite recently in fact. The ghost there was quite friendly and it had been the original owners wife. I even called her by name Vicki. There were many little things that went on. A couple that drove me nuts were, about once a week I would opend the freezer compartment of the fridge, and the ice maker would take off and start pumping out a lot of ice, and I mean buckets full. If I tried to close the door, I could hear the maker keep going and then they would spill all over the floor, not until I took all the ice cubes out did the machine quit. Then one day, I had a friend to visit. And we left one of my adult toys on the dresser, one that uses batteries. The switch was off and had been so for hours. We were out in the living room and we heard this chattering sound, we go tearing off for the bed room and here is the vibe jumping around the dresser on full blast. That kind of really freaked me out. Then the last straw was, my family came to spend Thanksgiving and spent the entire weekend. My niece and I slept on a queen air mattress in my office. I had a wood stove in the livinging room, that I had stoked before bed, and I always kept a tea kettle of water on the stove. Well my niece wakes me up and says Aunt .... the tea kettle is whistling go turn it off. This is like 3:00am, so I get up and head for the stove, when I am about there the whistling stops, I stop, because I realize that I don't own a whistling tea kettle, and I went and touched the stove and it was cool. So my niece and nephew were a little freaked over it. I have since moved out. :eek: :eek: :eek:
 
catsr2wild said:
i said I had a couple of stories to share here so I thought I would before I leave for a few days.....

This is a true story...When I was in 6th grade we had moved to house that was nestled in with a bunch of other houses and declared a village...there was no store, no post office so how they managed that I have no idea. Anyway, the house we moved into was the last one on the outskirts of this village and it had been empty for a long time...it was quite modern and very nice inside and out....It had a very nice concrete patio out back. When we moved in there was a huge red stain on this patio. My momma bless her heart, tried everything to get rid of this red stain we even tried painting it over and it *bled* thru...We eventually got to know our neighbors and it was them who told us what the red stain was....there had been a woman that lived there that had shot herself on the patio and died....we never had any other problems with this house but we never did get rid of the red stain....I live close to the house now and we stopped a few years past to visit our old neighbors and the stain is still there.....and yes the folks who live there now have tried to get rid of it as well....

Not really a ghost story but its one of those spooky unexplained things......
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Thank you sweetie.that's the kind of stuff we like on this thread.Thank you :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
 
Succulent-one said:
I lived in this house quite recently in fact. The ghost there was quite friendly and it had been the original owners wife. I even called her by name Vicki. There were many little things that went on. A couple that drove me nuts were, about once a week I would opend the freezer compartment of the fridge, and the ice maker would take off and start pumping out a lot of ice, and I mean buckets full. If I tried to close the door, I could hear the maker keep going and then they would spill all over the floor, not until I took all the ice cubes out did the machine quit. Then one day, I had a friend to visit. And we left one of my adult toys on the dresser, one that uses batteries. The switch was off and had been so for hours. We were out in the living room and we heard this chattering sound, we go tearing off for the bed room and here is the vibe jumping around the dresser on full blast. That kind of really freaked me out. Then the last straw was, my family came to spend Thanksgiving and spent the entire weekend. My niece and I slept on a queen air mattress in my office. I had a wood stove in the livinging room, that I had stoked before bed, and I always kept a tea kettle of water on the stove. Well my niece wakes me up and says Aunt .... the tea kettle is whistling go turn it off. This is like 3:00am, so I get up and head for the stove, when I am about there the whistling stops, I stop, because I realize that I don't own a whistling tea kettle, and I went and touched the stove and it was cool. So my niece and nephew were a little freaked over it. I have since moved out. :eek: :eek: :eek:
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Thank you pretty lady...Love your stories :kiss:
 
I've always lived in old houses. My current address has a lodger. Every couple of weeks heavy male-sounding footsteps thunder up the staircase between the second and third floors.

I've never seen anything only heard the noise. Yet some of the people who've stayed here have talked about seeing a shadowy man. I consider it just a part of the house.

My Father is worse off, his family has to contend with Megan. She doesn't like my visits. Due to a bedroom shortage my youngest brother has to bunk in with his older brother, which he enjoys bc it means later bedtimes. And I get the youngest's room.

By day four of any visit things I need go walk about. I can go to bed with a glass of water and in the AM it's not on the night stand. Go downstairs for another, find the first in the middle of the dining room table. Plenty of other annoying little things, like my boots going missing for days, and turning up in my empty suitcase. Being shouted to go downstairs and no one's there.

You can roll your eyes at this if you wish. I often do. This kind of thing - whatever it is - isn't scary. It's just there.
 
Sulk said:
I've always lived in old houses. My current address has a lodger. Every couple of weeks heavy male-sounding footsteps thunder up the staircase between the second and third floors.

I've never seen anything only heard the noise. Yet some of the people who've stayed here have talked about seeing a shadowy man. I consider it just a part of the house.

My Father is worse off, his family has to contend with Megan. She doesn't like my visits. Due to a bedroom shortage my youngest brother has to bunk in with his older brother, which he enjoys bc it means later bedtimes. And I get the youngest's room.

By day four of any visit things I need go walk about. I can go to bed with a glass of water and in the AM it's not on the night stand. Go downstairs for another, find the first in the middle of the dining room table. Plenty of other annoying little things, like my boots going missing for days, and turning up in my empty suitcase. Being shouted to go downstairs and no one's there.

You can roll your eyes at this if you wish. I often do. This kind of thing - whatever it is - isn't scary. It's just there.
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I understand what you mean. Sometimes you just know that there is nothing to be scared about, but it is more anoying than anything. In one place I lived if they were making too much noise at night and bothering me, I would shout to knock it off and they would, at least for that night. :cool:
 
Succulent-one said:
I understand what you mean. Sometimes you just know that there is nothing to be scared about, but it is more anoying than anything. In one place I lived if they were making too much noise at night and bothering me, I would shout to knock it off and they would, at least for that night. :cool:
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succulent-one..the original ghost buster :D
 
Sulk said:
I've always lived in old houses. My current address has a lodger. Every couple of weeks heavy male-sounding footsteps thunder up the staircase between the second and third floors.

I've never seen anything only heard the noise. Yet some of the people who've stayed here have talked about seeing a shadowy man. I consider it just a part of the house.

My Father is worse off, his family has to contend with Megan. She doesn't like my visits. Due to a bedroom shortage my youngest brother has to bunk in with his older brother, which he enjoys bc it means later bedtimes. And I get the youngest's room.

By day four of any visit things I need go walk about. I can go to bed with a glass of water and in the AM it's not on the night stand. Go downstairs for another, find the first in the middle of the dining room table. Plenty of other annoying little things, like my boots going missing for days, and turning up in my empty suitcase. Being shouted to go downstairs and no one's there.

You can roll your eyes at this if you wish. I often do. This kind of thing - whatever it is - isn't scary. It's just there.
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I understand alot of people feel the same way as you..It seems most hauntings might be more nuisance than scare fest..Thank you for posting.. :D
 
Sulk said:
Things that go BUMP in the night? (I'm sorry, so sorry!)
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lol..don't be sorry...just realize not necessarily all the bumping happens at night.... ;) ;)
 
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