Making History: How to Commission Your Own Coat of Arms Jewelry

The first time I saw the crest, I was nine. I understood what was being explained to me—that the coat of arms belonged to the Rapoports, which meant it belonged to me. But I had a hard time grasping it. We weren’t the crest kind. I am, after all, the daughter of Nessa Rapoport, a feminist writer, and the granddaughter of Abe Rapoport, a doctor whose idea of a bequest was handing me a prescription pad to scribble on. Crests were the purview of WASPs and exiled princes, not the descendants of Holocaust survivors whose initialed silverware never made it… Read Full Article