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A ring in time
I am looking
for a ring—not just any ring but a ring that was very near
and dear to me and was misplaced some 25 years ago on Main
Street in Sugar Land. Why put this in my column? Because I
keep reading about people who find class rings or wedding
rings 20 and 30 years after they were lost or stolen and
many years after they gave up hope of ever finding them.
This ring is
somewhat unique in style—it was made for me. When I
married in 1964, I proudly displayed an inexpensive plain
gold band to signify this bond. In 1978 my husband worked a
ton of extra hours and bought me a beautiful wedding set.
The little gold band was replaced, but because he realized
how much that simple gold band meant to me, a year later he
took it to a jeweler and had a small baguette diamond placed
in the middle with our daughter’s birthstones (blue and
pink) on either side. I was thrilled and wore that ring
every day. Then it disappeared. I could have lost it in the
yard at our house on Main. Most likely it left the house
with one of our oldest daughter’s little friends. I don’t
consider it a theft. I had carelessly taken the ring off in
the kitchen and put it on a table I then used as a desk. It
was about a week or two before I realized the ring was
actually missing and searches of the house and yard proved
futile.
It was later
I learned that our oldest daughter had friends over and they
were playing “dress up” that weekend. Our oldest
daughter admitted many years later that they had all tried
on the ring and played “married.” By the time she fessed
up, her friends were grown and scattered. Since they played
in the house and outside, it could have been lost in the
yard or could have simply stayed on the finger of the last
one to try it on and eventually found its way to a child’s
jewelry box or the bottom of a closet. Just as my daughter
was afraid to admit the incident until she was grown, I am
sure another child would have been afraid to “tell”
where the ring came from if she accidentally lost it or
brought it home. The kids just didn’t realize the
sentimental value of the item—to them it was just an
adornment in their quest to play grown-up.
That said, if
anyone in Sugar Land has an aging little gold band with
three small stones lying around or finds this little
treasure with a metal detector, please contact me. At that
time, we lived at the end of Main across from St. Theresa’s
Catholic Church—the little old house is still there.
I realize it is a long shot,
but stranger things have happened and it would mean the
world to me. |
