Fast forward a few decades, and as I was chatting with my OTHER sister, she said no, she had the Tiffany ring...OMG it was safe. No one had messed with the setting. Dear lord I was on my knees...not so much that I would never have that ring, but for the fact that yes, it was still in tact. The story of my father going to Tiffany & Co all those years ago, still lived.
Fast forward yet again to last June. My other sister came to visit me in Boston. She had the ring and said it was sooooo small that it would never fit anyone. She came to lunch with her family and presented it. The ring. Said it would never fit. It did.
|Mom & Dad on right Wartime wedding|