Recently I was given a brown paper bag full of beautiful old fashioned jewellery and ring boxes. Within were antique coins, rings, a couple of necklaces and some brooches. My paternal grandad remarried after being widowed, passed on himself some years ago, and my step-grandmother was the giver of this treasure trove.
The one ring which isn't my step-grandmothers is very special. My grandad was a Freemason, and his ring is a swivel, so it can display his monogram, or the Masonic symbol. It's dinged and chipped, obviously much worn, and for me will now always be tied to a conversation about my grandad and dad, my step-grandmother keen to explain my grandad’s side of old family differences.