My grandaddy used to go to yard sales and thrift stores, collecting jewelry and other trinkets. He had a vast collection of amazing pieces, and when I was about four years old, he passed away and left some of them to me. My dad handed me a box of his rings when I went home to Alabama last Christmas, including the ones pictured here. The ring on my ring finger and the middle ring on my index finger are two parts of a wedding set: a beautiful, delicate diamond filigree engagement ring and a pavé diamond band to match. Inside the box was a folded up letter, typed on a typewriter and dated 1951. It was a letter of authenticity stating that my grandaddy had purchased the ring from so-and-so jeweler, that the stone weighed so many carats, etc.
At the bottom of the typed letter was a handwritten note from my Mimi, his wife, dated 1992, further describing the rings. It concluded, “For Meghan.”