Nineteen years.
I love jewelry. I have since I was really young. I remember my first real ring (10K gold) being given to me for my 5th birthday, and I’ve been hooked ever since. I suppose it made gift buying for me pretty easy…but I digress…
I had a pinky ring with a peridot and diamond that I absolutely LOVED. My parents gave it to me for a gift in 6th or 7th grade. And then it happened, the Spring of my 8th grade year, I lost it. I was certain that I lost it in the flowerbeds off the porch of our house in Tennessee, and searched frantically, to no avail.
While this is hard to believe, when I was vacuuming in the basement this weekend, something shiny caught my eye…I bent down to get a closer look, and what do I find? That ring. Yes, THAT very ring…NINETEEN YEARS LATER! I have moved innumerable times, and it must have been moving with me caught in something or lodged somewhere…and here it ends up…on the floor of my house, in Nebraska, nineteen years later. Really, what are the chances?
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That’s pretty cool. Too bad it can’t speak to tell us its long, lonely story. Poor little ring - home at last! What will you do with it?
Wow!~ That is an awesome story!
THAT’S INCREDIBLE! Call the Guiness Book of World Records & get your story published! How do you think it could have even happened, beings you didn’t have any furniture of your own in the 8th grade … did you?
I love jewelry too and I still have my 1st grown up ring as well … I got it from my parents when I was 12, it’s black onyx with a little diamond … it’s especially special to me beings both my parents died when I was young …
Boarding school–8th grade for Beth was the beginning of packing twice a year (at least) for the next 8 years. Or did your parents move about then?
I’m so sorry to hear about your parents, Peggy!
Boarding school in 8th grade? Is that right Beth? Wow!
Indeed. All three of the Royuk kids left home for high school… And, yes, that was the beginning of packing at least twice a year every year for the next 11 years. I spent 15 Septembers in a row living in a new room/apartment/house. Makes it even more amazing that I found that ring, doesn’t it?
Wow! That gives me hope that maybe, someday, I’ll come across the pearl ring that I lost 13 years ago. I think I accidentally washed it in our apartment building. I’m sure whatever resident found it slipped it under our door for me.
That really is amazing! You aren’t using that ancient vacuum from Knoxville, are you?
No…that ol’ Kirby was on a garage sale in Minnesota, I think.
Beth, I can’t believe it, it’s really too much. It’s going to be a great week!