Something old...

On top of everything else that happened this weekend, I wanted to have a separate posting for a gift of "something old" from my father. When my father's father was a teenager and he had just started to date my grandmother, he made them both a set of rings in metal shop from nothing more than a nickel and a dime. Somehow these two rings have managed to survive the past 65 years so that my father was able to pass them down to Gregory and I. Oddly enough, the rings fit both of us and we are now wearing them on our right hands. My grandmother passed away when I was very young and my grandfather just passed this past fall. I don't have any of their things, so these rings are very special to me.