My great great grandmother’s ring
This tiny ring barely fits on my little finger. It once belonged to my great great grand mother, Elizabeth Phillips Caples. Her daughter Emma Caples Moree gave it to my mother, who kept it a tiny ring box no more than an inch high. On a small piece of folded paper in the trunk’s lid, Emma had written a note: “for Anna Elisabeth Sherwood the ring worn by her great grandmother Caples.” When I examined my photograph of the ring, I saw an inscription I hadn’t noticed before. It seemed the ring must have belonged to Emma’s aunt Amanda, not her mother, for the name inscribed was not Elizabeth but Amanda. Another of life’s unsolvable mysteries.
My great great grandmother’s ring
This tiny ring barely fits on my little finger. It once belonged to my great great grand mother, Elizabeth Phillips Caples. Her daughter Emma Caples Moree gave it to my mother, who kept it a tiny ring box no more than an inch high. On a small piece of folded paper in the trunk’s lid, Emma had written a note: “for Anna Elisabeth Sherwood the ring worn by her great grandmother Caples.” When I examined my photograph of the ring, I saw an inscription I hadn’t noticed before. It seemed the ring must have belonged to Emma’s aunt Amanda, not her mother, for the name inscribed was not Elizabeth but Amanda. Another of life’s unsolvable mysteries.