Very interesting, if true. The placement of the ring leads me to think this is a fake story. People will do anything these days to make the paper, i.e. “15 minutes of fame”.
We used to be in the medicinal wild root business. Several hundred pounds of wild roots would come into our shop every year. Each had to be inspected, weighed and sorted as to grade.
I have seen roots that grew through old glass cork-type bottle tops, washers, nuts, circled around old square nails and even through small stones.
Here’s a true ‘lost ring’ story. In the 40’s, my grandmother lost her wedding ring while shopping in downtown Omaha, NB. She took an ad out in the ‘Lost & Found’ section of the Herald and it was returned by someone who found it laying on the sidewalk. A few years later she lost it again, took an ad in the paper and believe it or not it was found and returned a second time. The newspaper did a story on the strange event, making note of how honest people were. Things have sure changed. Today this 18K gold with large diamond ring would have been in a Pawn shop before it hit the ground.
I found a lost wedding ring I had lost for several years pulling weeds in the yard one day. It had a nick in it from the lawn mower, but was otherwise okay. I’m wearing it now........
Ola lay dying in the upstairs bedroom when he noticed a wonderful smell of fresh baked cookies coming upstairs from the kitchen. Mustering all of his strength, ne pulled himself out of bed and crawled down the stairs and was reaching up to the counter to grab a cookie when Lena slapped his hand and said,
"Ola! Shame on you. Those are for the funeral."
Ola lay dying in the upstairs bedroom when he noticed a wonderful smell of fresh baked cookies coming upstairs from the kitchen. Mustering all of his strength, ne pulled himself out of bed and crawled down the stairs and was reaching up to the counter to grab a cookie when Lena slapped his hand and said,
"Ola! Shame on you. Those are for the funeral."
Ola lay dying in the upstairs bedroom when he noticed a wonderful smell of fresh baked cookies coming upstairs from the kitchen. Mustering all of his strength, ne pulled himself out of bed and crawled down the stairs and was reaching up to the counter to grab a cookie when Lena slapped his hand and said,
"Ola! Shame on you. Those are for the funeral."