My whole family says so. My mom always states that I closely resemble my paternal grandmother, though I personally think I look more like her mother, aka my paternal great-grandmother. That spicy personality I have? Yeah, might have come from one or both of them.
Case in point…the Ring.
According to my parents, my grandfather really, really annoyed my grandmother over a period of weeks. I’m not sure what the issue was, but my mom implied it had something to do with my grandfather ignoring my grandmother or something like that.
Grandma Frances didn’t take kindly to that.
So, what did my grandma do? While my grandpa was out on a driving job, she went to the local jeweler (who she went to for just about all of her bling), and purchased a ring.
This was not just any ring. This was a dazzler of a diamond cocktail ring, meant to attract attention. I don’t know how much she dropped on that little beauty, but my mom and dad said it was quite a chunk of change. The jeweler, who suspected something was wonky, had the sense to not say anything of the like at the time, though we did laugh about it years later.
My grandpa finally comes home. Grandma Frances does all in her power to show off the ring. It took a while for grandpa to notice…I guess he could be a little on the oblivious side. Funny how he did pay more attention to my grandma after finally seeing the diamond medley on her finger. Strange, right? Wonder what made him change his tune?
Maybe the ungodly amount of dough Grandma Frances dropped on the sparkly rocks had something to do with it.
Grandma and grandpa both passed away before I was born, but I have a lot of Grandma Frances’ gems. The banner for Diamond Restoration? An extreme closeup of the ring. See below for a photo of the attention-getter!
Hilary
