Peg Kerr's Journal

I have my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother's wedding ring. It's been passed down to the women in my family for many years. Traditionally women got it when they got married, and then passed it to the next woman to get married, but I think my family gave up on me because my aunt gave it to me on my 30th birthday. She'd affixed it to a laminated card where she'd written down the whole provenance and who had possessed the ring. It's too small for me to wear, but it's tied to the card with a ribbon. The thing is, I'm paranoid about it. I keep it in a safe place but one where I don't see it frequently, you know? so about every six months I have this panic where I go "OMG, where's Grandma Laab's ring?" And I have to go check for it. It's not a very extravagant ring, just an engraved band, but the historical significance to me is huge.

I also have a set of Irish silk damask table linens, tablecloth and napkins, that my great-great-great-grandmother made in the mid-1800's. They're beautiful. I took them to Antiques Roadshow once.