The Ring

The Ring

A few weeks ago, I posted about a curio cabinet and its contents that I inherited from my Mom.

http://joeh-crankyoldman.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-curio-cabinet.html  

It contains an assortment of about a zillion pieces of memorabilia, some that have monetary value; all have some sentimental value.  I know every piece has a story explaining the sentimental value, I just do not know all the stories.

My daughter read the post and asked about a paper swan she had given her Grandmother years ago, wondering if it made it to the curio cabinet.  I did not think so, but the other day I double checked.

Now I definitely do not know everything in this cabinet, but I have had it moved twice and in doing so I have had to take out every item and then put them all back, so I am familiar with most pieces and especially if it was an item with more than sentimental value.

As I looked for the paper swan, which sadly I did not find, I came across these rings.  I have never seen them before.  I have no idea how I could have missed them in two moves and why I suddenly have found them.  They appear to maybe be an engagement and wedding ring.  Perhaps from my Grandmother or a favorite great aunt.  My SIL who knows more of my family history than I, also had never seen the rings and knew nothing of them.

The gold ring with the emerald and small diamonds would look very pretty on Mrs. C’s pinky.  The other ring will stay in the cabinet.  There is some special kind of irony that springs from this ring.

My mother did not have a lot of jewelry.  She was not a jewelry kind of gal.  She had three very nice rings which she inherited.  One was given to each daughter-in-law as an engagement ring or a wedding present.  Years later, when mom’s possessions were distributed among the three sons, my second wife whined that she never got a ring. 

She was jokingly told that her ring was in the UK (with my first wife).  She did not see the humor in this and went into one of her classic rages which shocked those who had never experienced her tantrums.

Long story short, she was given a necklace as consolation, but she always resented the fact that she did not get a ring.  Sometime after, our marriage ended when she decided she was happier connecting with a former fiancé, a doctor who left her 20 years before when he married the nurse that he knocked up.

Now, seven years after being married to Mrs. C, another ring shows up.

This is also just a few days after seeing a clock reading 11:11 at the same time that two unrelated out-of-sync analog clocks pointed to 10:15.

http://joeh-crankyoldman.blogspot.com/2017/06/what-are-odds.html 

When I wrote that post it did not occur to me that my Mom was born November 10, 1915...11-10-15.

A sign?

My Mom never met Mrs. C, but I believe she approves.