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By the Pond
26 Feb

Fun Tidbit #2: My Rings

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The 3 rings on my right hand seem to interest people and children I work with. I was even asked about them at the Miami Book Fair by a few people. I thought I would talk about them and their meaning to me.

Let us start with the ring on my thumb. The ring has my two children’s names on it. About 12-15 years ago, the ring was made by an apprentice jeweler. We have a friend who makes jewelry (very talented man). He asked if his apprentice could make it. I was okay with that because he would be supervising. The ring is white gold with my children’s names in opposite directions on it.

The turquoise ring on my index finger I have had since I was 18. I worked as a waitress at a small town restaurant called Hub’ Country Kitchen. Hub was from the south. He would travel there and bring back things to sell at the restaurant. One time he came back with Native American jewelry. I saw the ring and wanted it. Something about said it should be mine. The ring was $20.00. In the late 1970s, $20.00 was a lot for me at once. Hub let me make payments. I think it took me about 6 weeks to buy it. I use to wear it on my pinkie. It was small. Many years later our jeweler friend made it bigger for me. I do not know what tribe the ring came from.

On my ring finger, is Gramma’s 3 diamond ring. It was given to her by my dad’s older brother. Set in white gold are her engagement diamond from my dad’s father (who died after 18 years of marriage), her engagement diamond from her second husband (marriage lasted 6 months), and my uncle’s wife’s engagement diamond (the one he gave her). Uncle Dave made his wife an identical ring. Now my uncle was a cunning man (he died in Nov. 1996). I believe he thought that third diamond made the ring his. However, I was able to get it from him. It had disappeared a couple years before Gramma died (she died in Dec. 1994). She thought she lost it. I knew who had it because a lot of things were disappearing.  People meant more than things to me so I just watched. She wanted me to have that ring when she died and some other things. She trusted him with a verbal agreement – mistake. My uncle and I were not on good terms when she died. I could have let it go had he treated her right. She asked me once if he and I were having problems. I did not explain but told her yes. Her Reply to me and sick as she was getting was this, “Do what you have to do. He can be a very mean man.” Her funeral (his planning) showed a side of him that did not help his and my situation – but, funerals are not the place to butt heads. I told him so when he approached me at the cemetery trying for a confrontation.  He would love a public display of so kind. So I remained quiet until a more appropriate time. At the funeral lunch, he asked my husband what I wanted. My husband asked me and told him the ring and the money promised my sister. To my surprise, by mid 1995 the following year, both came in the mail.

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My poetry has been my therapy over the years. In 1993, an unusual traumatic event occurred with me. Poetry over the years has been my sorting out process. I have always had a strong spiritual nature balanced by strong doubt. During period of tremendous confusion, my poetry (sometimes more like stories my son thinks) helped me remember who I am, how I feel, and what I think and always have from a child. The theme I hope comes through is that we should not have our heads too far into the clouds or too deeply into the dirt. Life lives as balance somewhere in the middle with little visits to both edges. All 56 years of my life I have lived in Michigan. I was born in Kalamazoo September 16, 1958. My parents separated when I was young do to my mother’s mental illness. Dad died in 1965 at 29 from a cerebral hemorrhage. I was 6 when he passed. Grandma Peggy (my dad’s mother) went to court 7 times in a year and a half to fight for my younger sister (Kim who was mentally impaired) and me, because my dad had asked her too. She won custody of us. So, I lived with her in Bangor, Michigan through high school and college. I didn’t begin to write poetry until I went to live with my aunt (my mother’s sister) in Wartervliet, Michigan while attending Lake Michigan College in Benton Harbor. My aunt lived near my mother and her mother (my Grandma Elsie). After 2 years there, I attended Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo. I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts major in English and minor in Elementary Education. Right out of college fall of 1984 I was hired at St. Mary’s in Paw Paw, Michigan as a kindergarten teacher. I taught kindergarten for 1 year half days and was moved into a full-time first grade position for three years. I met my husband Gary during that time. On October 17, 1987, we married and I moved to Fennville, Michigan where I still live. Gary and I have a son age 24 and a daughter age 19.


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