Dad’s Rings

The quarantine has given me plenty of time to twiddle my fingers in-between projects and surfing the Web. This week, I sorted through a small box of miscellaneous stuff left over from dad’s estate sale that took place a few years ago. I had stashed the box on a shelf in a closet because I was not emotionally ready to sort through it then.

The box contained many small, interesting odds and ends that dad had accumulated during his years as a pack rat. There was a handful of old political campaign buttons, dried out gift pens and several mechanical pencils. There were a couple of tie tacks, and some old, plastic prescription medicine bottles that contained interesting, low value foreign coins. The largest plastic container contained several worn Mexican coins, a few from the Bahamas, and some from Canada and Thailand. Mixed in with the coins were two rings.


The first ring I saw was dad’s high school class ring. I knew it belonged to him his because his initials are engraved onto the inner surface. Dad was a student in the graduating class of 1944 at the Madison, Nebraska High School. What threw me a curve-ball is the likeness of some sort of creature on the ring. It’s not the school’s mascot. Madison High School’s mascot has long been a dragon. I verified this by checking out the school system’s website. The odd-looking creature is a mystery. Maybe his class had its own mascot. I wish I could ask dad about this ring.


At the bottom of the prescription pill container was dad’s wedding band. This is the ring he wore every day during his and mom’s years together. He had another wedding ring–the one from his second marriage. It was buried with him. I don’t know the proper etiquette regarding a father’s wedding band and whether or not it is proper or how a son can wear it. Our ring sizes are identical so I slipped the wedding band on in order to model it for the camera. Meantime, it’s now in storage.


This third ring was worn by dad every day after his third trip to Thailand to visit his second wife’s family. Dad gifted the ring to me shortly after he moved into a nursing home. His hands had shrunk to the point where the ring no longer fit properly. Also, the nursing home management discouraged having valuables, like jewelry, on them or in their rooms. The large signet ring is heavy, so I rarely wear it.

I decided to wear dad’s Madison class ring for awhile because it fits my finger perfectly and I like the quirky animal design. Otherwise, like dad, I’m not really a ring person.

Ciao
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes former New York Giants football player, Michael Strahan. “You know, you want to win and you want a ring. But when you win and you get the ring, you never really wear it.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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