By Lianne
Stevens
Reprinted from Ranch & Coast magazine, April 1990
Jeanne Larson remembers one of the first dates she had
with her husband, Bill, a world-renowned mineral and gemstone expert.
It was summer in San Diego and mid-winter in South Africa, where they’d
flown in search of a rare rhodochrosite specimen, a fiery orange-red
crystal. Their journey was prompted by an excited, middle-of-the-night
phone call from Bill’s man in Africa.
The
couple drove from Johannesburg to a small mining area just north of Kimberly,
where the big diamond mines are located. It was late and accommodations were
scarce. They ended up in a boarding house ”that wasn’t really equipped
for lots of company,” Jeanne recalls. ”It probably got below 42
degrees that night.” The only room available contained two narrow Army
cots with a single blanket each – and no heater.
There
was, however, a communal bathroom down the hall with an old-fashioned
tub that was nine feet long. ”It was humongous,” Jeanne says, ”a
footed, pedestal type made of cast iron.” They did what any resourceful
couple would: They filled the tub with the hottest water they could get,
popped open a bottle of fine South African white wine Bill had rounded
up, and stayed there until the water turned cold.
The
next day, their misery was rewarded with a now-famous, snail-shaped rhodochrosite
specimen that has been featured in its full, rosy glory in numerous scholarly
mineralogy journals. It’s one of Jeanne’s favorite pieces in
Bill’s spectacular collection.
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The next day, their misery was rewarded with a now-famous, snail-shaped rhodochrosite specimen that has been featured in its full, rosy glory in numerous scholarly mineralogy journals.
When the two met in 1977, the La Jolla native had no idea how complicated
her life would soon become. She went to a party at Bill’s home
on a tip from a friend who thought Bill might be interested in buying
some La Jolla real estate from Jeanne.
”I
walked in the door, I didn’t know who he was, and I looked at him
and thought, ”Hmmmm, now this is a person I have to know,” she says.
The feeling was mutual, and after a bit of time spent reassuring themselves
this was the real thing (both had been married before), they embarked on
a planet-spanning, business-and-family relationship.
Now
that they have two children – William (born 1985) and Carl (born 1988) – the
trips overseas have slowed down from ten to four or five a year, and Bill
often goes alone. When they can, they take the children along. William
has been to Munich and Paris, and both children have been to Hong Kong
and Thailand. ”My older son has seen frogs eaten and fish brought
live to the table. It’s changed him forever,” Bill grins. ”We
presume they’ll travel all over the world, that’s part of the
business. If you don’t travel, you don’t come across new finds.”
Since
he was eight years old, Bill says, he has been a fanatic about digging
in the earth for mineral specimens. He met Josephine (Josie’)
Scripps, San Diego County’s premier mineral collector, soon after
he moved to Fallbrook from Minnesota with his family. She guided the young
enthusiast into his present career. By the time he was 13, he had graduated
from trading
small tourmalines scrounged from local mining dumps to setting off dynamite
for more serious treasure hunting.
Scripps,
already has mentor, became his business partner. Bill barely took time
to earn a degree in geological engineering – and a Phi Beta Kappa
key – from the Colorado School of Mines and to serve in the Army.
After a stint searching for Alaskan oil, he hurried back to San Diego to
the hard-rock mining he really loves.
By the time he was 13, Bill Larson had graduated from trading small tourmalines scrounged from local mining dumps to setting off dynamite for more serious treasure hunting.
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Larson not only collects, trades and mines fabulous
mineral specimens from around the world, but his finds and acquisitions
are represented in more museums and publications world-wide than he
can count. He’s supplied many specimens to the Smithsonian Institution
alone. The Larsons own Pala International, a mining, trading, lapidary
and jewelry-design and sales organization that has operated mines on
three continents – including San Diego County’s most famous
and productive tourmaline mine, the ”Himalaya” in Mesa Grande.
Their
retail shops in Aviara (Carlsbad) and Fallbrook, appropriately named The
Collector, draw visitors from many countries to ogle the museum-like
displays. Both stores are in beautiful, natural settings (the Fallbrook
shop is not far from the Larson’s hilltop home). Inside, specimens
of raw crystal formations blend artfully with finished jewelry, often
designed by Jeanne. The rainbow arrangements feature colored gemstones
such as sapphires, tsavorites and San Diego’s famous pink-and-green
watermelon tourmaline. This is Jeanne’s lair now, and it was her
business background and artistic bent that really put The Collector on
the map for mineral and gemstone fans.
Keeping
up with Bill is not easy, but Jeanne, Director of Retail Sales for The
Collector and corporate secretary of Pala International, is not exactly
an idler. When she studied international business and languages at Georgetown
University, she thought she’d end up in the diplomatic corps. Instead,
she met Bill and acquired a globe-trotting lifestyle that has taken her
into remote areas where water buffalo rub against the tents at night and
the ever-present danger of theft keeps the senses alert as rough gemstones
change hands late at night to avoid undesirable attention.
Anyone who has visited the Himalaya mine to watch the ancient pink crystals emerge from wet, sparkling purple lepidolite begins to understand. “It’s something that gets inside you,” Bill says of his passion for crystal collecting.
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”For six months, I was overwhelmed,” Jeanne
says of the crash course she received in the intricacies of Bill’s
business. ”I still keep learning aspects of it to this day. It’s
fascinating. What made it even more so was to see what happens underground.
It is unbelievable that nature has created such exquisite sculpture.
And sometimes to be the first to unveil it after many millions of years...”
Anyone
who has visited the Himalaya mine to watch the ancient pink crystals emerge
from wet, sparkling purple lepidolite begins to understand. ”It’s
something that gets inside you,” Bill says of his passion for crystal
collecting. Mineral collecting is exciting and infectious and, he says,
one of the healthiest pastimes any child could learn: ”When they learn
about nature, they become good people.”
With
friends all over the world who share their passion, their adventures and
their stories, the process of buying, selling, trading, faceting or storing
crystals takes on the added dimension of human interaction. Point to any
one of the extraordinary minerals and artifacts on display in the Larson’s
home, and a fascinating story is sure to unravel.
African
art collected on their travels lends a touch of exotica to their rambling,
one-story home. Delicate bird and fish paintings scattered throughout the
house were done by Gamini Ratnavira, a friend the Larsons helped to relocate
from Sri Lanka to Fallbrook; the stained-glass windows on the wine cellar
are the work of another collector friend.
In
addition to minerals, Bill also collects wines, and Jeanne says it’s
much easier now that they’ve added a real wine cellar: ”For years,
we didn’t have a place to store them – we’d drink everything
we bought!” Nearby, floor-to-ceiling glass shelves display Bill’s
collection of antique lapidary tools, from diamond cutters to microscopes.
“I was in a hotel, watching Catch 22, when I was lifted eight inches off the bed by a bomb that had gone off outside the hotel. It took every window out of the hotel and killed two people.”
Bill, who serves on the board of the San Diego Natural History Museum,
is well known to museum curators in dozens of countries and often lectures
overseas. Recently, he’s been making contacts with the Soviets
in high places, mineralogically speaking, and he’s excited about
upcoming trips into the Eastern bloc, where capitalist trading ventures
are just becoming possible.
But
with all the demands of travel and entertaining foreign visitors, both
Jeanne and Bill insist on making time to spend home with the boys. They’ve
organized and delegated the local business operations to make it work.
In
their book-and-artifact-lined media room, the press of a button brings
down a large video-projection screen. It’s here, snuggled into a central,
family-sized ”playpen,” that the four gather each evening for
quality video-watching time.
Whether
traveling or at home, the Larsons love to eat out. Bill especially likes
to sample the local fare on his journeys: ”I’ve eaten lizard,
I’ve eaten snake, I’ve eaten bat – bat is kind of intriguing.
When you go to Sri Lanka [where he once owned a mining claim], you eat
fruit bat curry.”
They’ve
collected so many memories an stories from their lovely business – tsavorite
garnets swapped for tree gum in the mails, airline security agents snapping
off $2,000 crystal specimens, journeys into remote areas where a local
contact poses as buyer to keep prices down, screaming monkeys and terrific
Thai surf.
And
Bill’s a great storyteller. There was that time in Sri Lanka, his
last trip there, in fact...
”I
was in a hotel, watching Catch 22, when I was lifted eight inches
off the bed by a bomb that had gone off outside the hotel. It took every
window out of the hotel and killed two people.”
Jeanne,
eight months pregnant with Carl, made him promise never to go to that war-torn – but
sapphire-rich – country again.
He
promised – and he hasn’t. Six times into the People’s Republic
of China, 20 times to Bangkok, more than 20 trips to Hong Kong, 39 to Africa,
20 previous trips to Sri Lanka... but no, never again to Sri Lanka.
Why
bother? Soon there’ll be the entire Soviet Union to explore…
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