I already told you the story of my father's
Rolex. It's a 1965 Rolex Oyster Perpetual that he received from his father as
a high school graduation present. Apparently a new Rolex cost all of $125 back then,
which is about $750 today. Anyway, now it's time to tell the story of
my mom's Rolex.
First of all, lest you think I come from a wealthy family where all the children
wear little Rolexes and are raised by European nannies, I'll start off by saying
that my mom's Rolex was actually free. I'll further qualify that statement by saying
that it was also not stolen.
We moved a lot as I was growing up. Probably every two years, on average. My parents
were in banking, real estate, and building, and my dad eventually got his real
estate license for the sake convenience, and to avoid having to pay agents
commission. A friend of the family needed to buy a couple of office condos for
a new business he was starting,leather handbags on sale, so as a favor, he did so through my dad. Turns
out the builder was giving away a Rolex to any agent who could sell two units
within a certain amount of time. My dad came home ecstatic one day with the news
that he was getting a second Rolex, though he was swiftly corrected
by my mom. The result was a very nice ladies' two-tone Rolex Oyster Datejust.
That was about 19 years ago. The same watch sells for $4,175 today which
may seem steep, but consider this: since she received the watch, my mom has hardly
ever taken it off. It has been cleaned twice,watch buy, and had the crystal replaced once
(sapphire crystals generally don't scratch, but they do chip and break if you're
hard enough on them). The watch keeps excellent time,swiss rolex replica, and is just as stylish today
as it was the day she got it. Someday it will be passed down to my sister, and
she will likely get many years of use out of it, as well.
So as you can see, I come by my Rolex fetish honestly. One of these days, maybe
I'll even get around to telling the story of my GMT Master
II.
By Christian Cantrell
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