PryorCreekJoe
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Today I got to return the class ring I dug a couple weeks ago, to it's owner, Sharon. The story behind the ring is pretty emotional. Sharon's daughter was wearing it while on a church hayride in 1990 and lost it in a 20 acre field. My co-worker told me that his church youth group has be out singing Christmas carols and sang outside the daughter's window that night she lost her battle with cancer 12 years later in 2002. My co-worker started getting a bit emotional just telling me the whole story.
My co-worker's dad owned the field where the hayride was held, and he told me about the lost ring in March along with the story about his uncle loosing what we thought was a quarter in the mid 1950's. (the two half dollar story of a few weeks ago) I had looked for the ring on the day I found the uncle's half dollars but only found a junker ring. When showing the junker ring to Sharon, she told us what her ring looked like and that her daughter had said that someone jumped out of the dark during the hayride and scared her and that was when she lost the ring. There was one spot on the hayride route that someone could have hidden and jumped out to scare her. That is where I found it on the 5th pass across the field.
I met up with Sharon today to give the ring back to her. Yes, she cried a bit and said that she thought is was lost forever and that her daughter always felt so bad about loosing it. She couldn't believe how great shape it was still in and promptly put it on her finger. Sharon kept hugging and thanking me. I told her that moments like this is what I live for in this hobby.
My co-worker's dad owned the field where the hayride was held, and he told me about the lost ring in March along with the story about his uncle loosing what we thought was a quarter in the mid 1950's. (the two half dollar story of a few weeks ago) I had looked for the ring on the day I found the uncle's half dollars but only found a junker ring. When showing the junker ring to Sharon, she told us what her ring looked like and that her daughter had said that someone jumped out of the dark during the hayride and scared her and that was when she lost the ring. There was one spot on the hayride route that someone could have hidden and jumped out to scare her. That is where I found it on the 5th pass across the field.
I met up with Sharon today to give the ring back to her. Yes, she cried a bit and said that she thought is was lost forever and that her daughter always felt so bad about loosing it. She couldn't believe how great shape it was still in and promptly put it on her finger. Sharon kept hugging and thanking me. I told her that moments like this is what I live for in this hobby.
