Mount Mica is America’s longest running ancient gem mine. Discovered in 1820 in Paris, Maine by a couple of kids out hunting for rocks and minerals. This gem mine has produced gems for jewelry stores and museums all over the world.
We at Cross have made hundreds of pieces of jewelry from the gems found at Mt. Mica (Mine #2), 50 miles north of Portland, Maine. Mount Mica was owned briefly by the group that mined Plumbago Mountain. They had a mining investment group that allowed serious mining for 12 years. One of the group, John, was a gem cutter who continued to cut Mount Mica tourmaline for another 20 years. Cross bought most of John’s gems.
Many of our forest green, teal, and blue tourmaline came from the Mount Mica investor group years.
Over 75 pieces of Mt. Mica tourmaline jewelry are shown on our website.
Imagine it’s the 1890’s and you’re the grandson of Elijah Hamlin. The man who discovered tourmaline on Mt. Mica in Paris Maine. You’re Augustus Choate Hamlin, the grandson of Elijah and you own the mine. Your mine at Mt. Mica is world-famous, studied for the tourmaline which is found here. Your gems have appeared in jewelry stores and museums around the world. You have studied law and you’re working on a book called The History of Mt. Mica and you want to create a necklace that will be remembered throughout the ages. The Harvard Mineral Museum bought the necklace and it is today at Harvard in Cambridge Massachusetts. It is on display from time to time.
This state of Maine necklace shows the colors of tourmaline found at this site primarily in shades of green, teal, blue, and occasionally pink.
The pin came to us from a couple who had bought a home on Paris Hill in Paris, Maine, one mile to the west of Mount Mica. Their story paralleled other stories we have heard. After they bought the house, they were expanding the kitchen. Kitchens in the day were often small. Banks were regarded as too risky so people secreted valuables in walls of their homes. This pin is the fourth story we’ve heard of gems hidden in a wall in Maine.
The pin features a large green tourmaline and four small gems done in a style similar to the Mount Mica Maine State Necklace. Cross bought the pin and put it into our private collection of antiquities.
Our presumption was that the tourmaline was from Mount Mica. The piece was probably commissioned by Augustus Choate Hamlin and sold to the family that lived in this house in the 1890’s. We are making a number of presumptions about the origin of the pinb and feel it’s 95% accurate. The pin is a pretty piece of jewelry.
For 200 years, gems found their way from Mt. Mica to museums and jewelry stores all over the world, including Tiffany’s in New York. For most stores, gems lose their source identity. A tourmaline becomes just a tourmaline in green, pink, blue, or teal. We believe whenever possible, a gem’s origin is part of its history. Too often the source of the gem becomes lost.
Because we are close, knowing the mines and miners, visiting active mines gives us the inside track on the nearly complete family history of the gem. We share everything we know about our Maine sourced gems.
Following are Mt. Mica gems mounted as jewelry. We show over 75 pieces of Mt. Mica jewelry.
Celtic Dreams
And the Druids of Blue Mountain
These are our ancestors. I know they are mine, and perhaps your ancestors too.
I know them. I own them. I can feel them in my bones. The Druids were Celts. All our ancestors were somewhere, living, breathing, walking around, talking, learning, loving.
This painting captures a moment. Was it real? Did it really happen? Yes and no. Is there a Blue Mountain? I don’t know… probably. This painting stepped out of someone’s imagination and it probably captures a shard, a piece of some echo of a memory, passed down through a hundred, a thousand generations.
We all have historical memories, some more clear than others. This painting has haunted me for several years. It was at the antique store at Fort Andross, Maine. Every time I passed it I was drawn in, its ghostly images call out to me. I know this place. I know these people. They believed in nature. Were they perfect? No. They were successful enough that I have descended from them and I am here in the 21st century to speak to this memory.
Why all this Druid talk? The Druids were Celts, lovers of intricate knot patterns and lovers of wind, rain, blue skies and sunshine, lovers of the coming of spring and the finality of fall. They were close to the earth. I can smell the wood smoke. I can see the hearth fires burning.
In fact, when you look at what the Celts did in metalwork… they were masters. There are volumes written on Celtic art. They were so prolific, so obsessed with beautiful detailing, it was like they couldn’t make a metal tool without decorating it beautifully. Then there was the jewelry: great gifts and treasures to humanity that we are still deriving inspiration from. The present day Irish are the inheritors of much of this grand Celtic art.
What we share with you today is for the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day, and the Irish, the keepers of Celtic traditions.
Inspired by the Celts and their love of knot patterns, both of these items we describe in greater detail.
I think about these people often. I think about how I am here because they survived over 100 generations. I think about my people 3,000 years ago. The land they lived on, their homes and hearths, what they ate. I think about their religious beliefs and I think about this painting which may capture some aspects of their world, even if now some of it is only imagined.
I looked at this painting in an antique store for a long time. It’s colors, it’s rhythm spoke to me, and because it said the same thing every time I went back, I bought it. I probably have 20 books on the Ancient Celts, their knot patterns, stone work, gold and silver work. My people go back to Northern Europe, and in truth, all of our ancestors were around somewhere 3,000 years ago. I feel this ring deeply. Especially the deep engraved Celtic patterns on the east and west sides. This says something that echoes and resonates within me. It says something similar to the painting, different, yet similar.