A love story and a romantic gift for your Valentines Day enjoyment. This is a story that I wrote as part of the Family History Writing Challenge.
The one I have is my original engagement ring and the
only Claddagh Ring my husband has ever liked.
For a man of his heritage this may be an inconceivable idea, but it is
true nonetheless. He, however, knew that
I wanted one, loved them, and thought them beautiful. It seems that the stars aligned on Tuesday 20
May 1997 while we were shopping in Holyhead, Wales (and I know this because I kept a trip journal). We had a few hours to
burn before we caught the ferry from Holyhead to Dublin and spent it meandering
the streets of the town.
At this point in time my husband and I had been dating
for just over 4 years. We
would not get married for another 2, but that is another story. He and I had lost track of my parents in the
street and were doing a bit of window shopping. While on our trip through Europe we had one credit card between us that would work because at that time they did not take discover cards. Which
lead us, the poor college students, being even more frugal in our spending and souvenir
shopping as we made our way around.
That is when I saw a small local jewelry store and veered off to go in. There in the case was an
entire selection of Claddagh Rings. You
see I was on a mission from a good friend, and future bridesmaid, to find her a
silver one to bring home. As I was
perusing the selection to see if there was anything in her price range I saw
it: a beautiful gold ring with a dark red faceted stone for the heart. It was the most beautiful Claddagh Ring I had
ever seen. Even more amazing, he liked
it to. The only one he had ever seen
that he actually liked.
He heard my breath catch, had me try it on, looked at it
some more, but we eventually left it where we found it. Little did I know he was trying to figure out
a way in his head to find my parents, ditch me with my mom, and take my dad
back to the store to buy it without me finding out. I had the working credit card remember, which
was a wrench in the whole plan, and it was killing him. Half an hour goes by and he has still not successfully
completed the task he set himself.
We had to walk back past the store to get to our truck to
drive to the ferry when my darling threw all caution to the wind and asked me
if I wanted to get the ring.
YES! I was giddy, jumping with
joy, and couldn’t believe it. I wore it
out of the store and every day until two years ago when I needed to put it away
for safe keeping. When we decided to get
married the next year I didn’t need an engagement ring, I already had it. There
was no need in purchasing another ring to signify something we knew in our
hearts to be true since the day we meet. So we got an engagement truck, which is an even longer story, for another time.
Today my ring sits in a ring box waiting to be passed
down. The stone is nearly smooth and the band is almost completely worn through. It is a testament to the loving relationship
we have and I hope will be treasured and loved by our future generations.
Great story for valentines day. I now have leaned about Claddagh rings. It is a beautiful ring.
ReplyDeleteBetty
Thank you! I love the story that goes with them and the meaning of each part of the ring. They are a tradition that I am happy to be a part of.
DeleteReally enjoyed this post. Thanks for including the photo of the ring. Wonderful heirloom!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I didn't think the post would be complete without showing everyone what I was talking about. It is such a small and unassuming thing, but means the world to me.
DeleteThanks a lot for giving us a nice story of valentine.
ReplyDeleteNice concept of the Irish Claddagh Ring...!!!
Thanks for sharing with us and eagerly waiting for the next post...!!!