I have a recurring dream where I look at one of my rings and realize that a gemstone has fallen out. I think it is a cousin of the teeth-falling-out dream. But I was dismayed last night to realize that I had indeed lost the diamond from my engagement/wedding set. What is strange is that the stone didn't just fall out. The entire setting broke off of the ring! You would have thought that I would be aware of it catching on something for that to happen.
I am not a woman who pines for fancy jewelry. In fact, I know enough about the exploitation of workers and the environment in pursuit of the Earth's treasures, that I hesitate to buy any precious metals or gems new (as opposed to pre-owned) these days. When we had our wedding rings made, we found a goldsmith who was willing to use a combination of old rings and dental gold from both of our grandparents. My diamond was from a ring that had belonged to Ed's great aunt Mandy. I wanted to cry when I discovered that it was gone.
Then I started telling myself that it's just a diamond, expensive to replace, yes, but a small thing in light of so many other things in the world. It has no bearing on our marriage, which is strong and loving. Yeah, well … I'm still sad.
Our 23rd wedding anniversary is this Sunday. Ed's wedding band hasn't fit him for several years; perhaps my loss is the kick in the butt needed to rectify that situation. Most goldsmiths seem unwilling to make rings out of old gold that may contain impurities (or so I've been told,) but I wonder if someone would be willing to remake our old bands into two new bands for us.
My hand feels naked without it.
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2 comments:
Wow! Your ring story resonates with me.
When my wife and I married we were young and money poor. My Mom gave me my Great-grandma’s diamond. I found a local jeweler who set it in a new mount and crafted wedding bands out of old gold we had.
For our fiftieth wedding anniversary, I had this priceless diamond reset and wedding bands crafted to fit our changed hands. We were fortunate to have a member of the extended family who has a jewelry business on the side do the work.
I still have no idea of the money value of the diamond and wedding bands. The refurbished set is beyond dollar value with its built-in years of love and partnership.
Funky Grandpa, thanks for reading and commenting. I am in awe of 50 years of marriage. We married when we were a little bit older, but I hope we make it to 50! Your story puts me in mind of this poem:
If truth be told,
It was not priest, who made us one,
Nor finger
circled with gold,
Nor soft delights when day is done
and arms enfold.
These bonds are firm,
but in death-storm
They may not hold --
We were welded man and wife
By hammer-strokes of daily life.
by Ellen Sophia Bosonquet, 1938
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