Sometime in the 80's I bought these beads at an estate sale of 2 elderly sisters that lived across from my Mom in one of the original area farmhouses. They were sitting forlorn in an tattered box, partially strung on a broken thread. I bought them for a dollar. Maybe I am a hopeless romantic, but my mind had all kinds of reasons why these beads were kept by the sisters. Did they break at a dance? Were they given to someone by a beaux? Probably the real reason had no sentimental attachment but, having gone through the Great Depression, they didn't throw anything away. Anyway------now they have been sitting in my drawer on the same broken thread. I guess I better do something with them, or my sons will find them one day and wonder what sentimental value they had to me!