Weekly Photo Challenge: Half and Half
Yesterday I was doing something with my left hand that caused two fingers to cramp.
Not knowing what else to do, I began to shake that hand.
And my wedding ring flew off and wound up clear across the room!
I noticed my ring finger was miraculously slim. It was evidently too skinny to hang onto the wedding ring.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO A TALE OF TWO RINGS!
Once upon a time there was a couple who thought they were in love.
They planned to marry and purchased two wedding rings – a little one for her and a bigger one for him.
Time went on but they did not marry. I guess they were never meant for each other.
But there was another couple who planned to marry.
They bought the two almost-used wedding rings from the first couple.
They got two rings for $25.00. What a DEAL huh?
DOR AND BILL WERE THAT SECOND COUPLE.
Dor’s Dad objected to the union and predicted “the bum” (Bill) would divorce Dor as soon as he graduated from college.
Nevertheless, they were married by a Justice of the Peace, and Bill said that thing about, “With this ring I thee wed.”
And they agreed to share all their worldly goods,
which of course, were nil.
And even though Bill never wore his Big Ring, Dor wore her Little Ring forever;
well, for years and years and years anyway.
Half of $25 is $12.50 (the cost of Dor’s wedding ring). What a DEAL huh?
I am very good at math.
But, one day when Dor was a grandparent and still married to the same “bum”, her finger began to ache.
Arthritis maybe? Naw.
Why would arthritis hit only one finger?
And why just the ring finger?
Bill had graduated from college and was long retired from work so it wasn’t Dor’s father’s curse coming back to haunt them.
Dor finally noticed her aching finger was miraculously FAT!
Before you condemn Dor as a weight gaining sloth, please remember the time lapse.
It is likely that a child bride’s finger might grow bigger over time.
FINGER WEIGHT PROBABLY FLUCTUATES.
But Dor’s ring was cutting off circulation, was leaving a deeply imbedded ringlike scar, and the only way to get the ring off was with soap and water!
So Dor took Bill’s original Big $12.50 ring to a jeweler where it was then reduced in size to fit an aging, slightly overweight bride.
At least it was a half of the original pair right?
And that is the happy ending (or beginning) of the Tale of Two Rings.
The groom’s ring is the one that flew off Dor’s finger and wound up clear across the room!
DOES THAT MEAN DOR LOST WEIGHT?
Y E S S S S S S!!!
Well, maybe a little.
And Dor now has two rings that make a whole marriage.
There is the BIG ring that fits a fat finger
And the LITTLE ring that fits a slim finger.
And this marriage was meant to last forever.
This is so sweet! ❤️
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I love this story AND I love your wedding picture.
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🙂 What a lovely story! 🙂
HAPPY Sunday 🙂
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What a sweet compliment Julie! That wedding day was long ago and faraway. 🙂
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Happy Face – Thanks for visiting my blog! Glad you enjoyed the half and half story. 🙂
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🙂 I did, because it’s so unusual and so touching. 🙂
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I loved your half and half story. We are of similar vintage, so I really enjoyed the story and the photo. During one pregnancy I went to a jeweler to have my wedding ring cut off my finger. Even soap wouldn’t work on that one. He enlarged it, and I’m still wearing it today.
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How long did it take for your Dad to soften up to Bill? My Mom wasn’t excited about my brother’s wife. She was a city girl. (That was similar to a tramp back then.) Eventually all was well. Maybe the grandchild helped. They been married for 55 plus years.
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What a great story, Dor! Oh my gosh! The photo with your father’s hands on his hips is priceless! Loved it!
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What a lovely photo, and I love your story, Dor. I too married young and no one predicted our marriage would last. That was 45 anniversaries ago!
I know what you mean by the change in finger size. Some days my ring is too tight, and some days it almost slips off!
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Love your story, Dor. I like tales with happy endings!
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What an awesome story, and I love the grumpy daddy photo :). I still say you need to write your life story. Your stories are so engaging and always make me smile 🙂
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Amazing how those rings shrink! 🙂 Thanks Anne.
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My Dad finally apologized when his first grandson was born. He said, “Your husband is a good man.” 🙂
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Dad had European ideas (he was Hungarian) about courtship and thought Bill was a “bum” because he didn’t come around in a suit and tie. 🙂
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Well, I wasn’t really a child bride Margie – but barely out of the teens. Oooooh does that sound like long ago!
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So far, so good Eliza. So far, so good. 🙂
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I do love your confidence in me Cindy. Now how about you and your photography? I miss those gorgeous photos. P.S. They are moving Foamhenge. 🙂
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As always Dora a tale for a smile. Love the two wedding rings which seems to be the norm with the present day thinking. One for Him and one for Me. I too cannot get my wedding ring on but Oh! I was so slim in those days age 19 when I married. I think we all have problems with parents ,mine was with the inlaws though but they come around in the end don’t they. ! Thanks for sharing your precious moments with us.
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Loved the photo, the rings and the stories that went along with it! Your Dad’s hands on his hips tell a story on their own 🙂 I love a happy ending MJ
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I know – I miss doing my blog too. I am still taking photos all the time, but I just can’t seem to get to the computer to edit and post lately. For one thing, at this time of year I sit outside and read as much as I can because winter comes far too quickly, and of course it’s very hard to work on a computer outside :). I will get back to it eventually – I promise! Moving Foamhenge?? That’s very sad. It is one of the most unique pieces or art I have ever seen.
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Glad that it worked out early. I have a (Catholic) friend who married a (Jewish) guy (wonderful man!) over 40 years ago and her mother never got over it even with two wonderful grandsons. She died about two years ago without a true reconciliation. So dumb!
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It is lovely to share our “ancient histories” – the hopeful newly weds, the objections from family, how we looked and felt at those special occasions. And how nice that you and I go that far back. 🙂
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Thanks MJ! It’s great that you interpret my Dad’s “hands on his hips” for what that posture really meant. He was a strong personality with strong feelings but he finally accepted Bill when his first grandson was born.
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There is only so much you can do Cindy, and you are now a marathon reader. I was up until 4AM last night reading “Nightingale” so I know where you are coming from! 🙂 Still, you are sorely missed in cyberspace and I wish you would come back soon. As for Foamhenge moving, it is because the Natural Bridge complex is aiming to become a State Park and they think Foamhenge is not serious enough to maintain a natural presence. Foamhenge is being moved to Buena Vista, a small town six miles from Lexington, VA. So, it will be gone but not eliminated and you can still go there next time you come for a visit. 🙂
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Agreed. Prejudices are such a waste. 🙂
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Isn’t Nightingale a great story. I loved it!! I’m glad Foamhenge is being moved and not demolished :). I still can’t believe we saw the real Stonehenge. I need to blog so much more about our trip, and since we will be basically empty nesters come Fall, I am sure I will get back to blogging then :).
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Aw, Dor, what a sweet post. And you know me, I’m a sappy lover, so it made me smile and say to myself, “and they lived happily ever after.” Ahhhh….big sigh. 🙂
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What a lovely story! Love the picture. 🙂
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Thanks for bringing a smile to my face this morning. Wonderful story!
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I am counting on the empty nest syndrome to coax you back to blogging! 🙂
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Yes, we are in the “ever after” part I think. 🙂
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Thanks Sunshine! 🙂
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A true story really – just embellished to inspire smiles. I’m glad you enjoyed it Debbie. Thanks. 🙂
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I’m so glad I read the comments because I will admit I was so focused on the bride and groom I missed Mad Dad !!!! Great story Dor, loved it!
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Thanks Tina! I love the “Mad Dad” handle. 🙂
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That’s a cute story! My Motor Man also has 2 rings: one for the size he was when we married (which is also his current size) and a smaller one that I gave him when he successfully lost many pounds using Weight Watchers.
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Hahaha! I am back to the enlarged Groom’s ring… but verging on enough weight loss to go back to the original little one. 🙂
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Congrats on the ring loss, I mean, weight loss! The hands-on-hips look caught my eye. No one is good enough for one’s daughter. So glad you have a happily-ever after, too.
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I wonder what Dad would say now….. 🙂 Thanks Patti.
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