My grandmother decided it was "of the devil" and is returning it to my mother.
The devil traffics in semi-precious stones and sterling silver. Who knew? Considering my jewelry box, I may be in deep spiritual trouble.
For the record, my father's family uses religion like a drug. And they are all junkies when it suits their purpose--God forgives all sinners, after all. Appear righteous and you can be as morally ambiguous as you like. Just ask for forgiveness afterwards and it's all good. Oh, and cling to batty fundamentalist crap. God just loves that. After all, God is the one that buried the dinosaur bones to confuse scientists. What a funny guy!
I credit them with making me the agnostic I am today.