The Lost Of The Ring Mm Sub
Cumelén Mackin
It was a plain, unmarked gold ring that except for brief periods had not left my hand for more than 39 years. I always remove it before I play golf because it pinches when I grip the club. Normally, I take it off at home and leave it on the dresser, but this time I forgot, so when I put my golf bag on the cart, I put the ring in a zippered pocket where I put my wallet, cell phone, keys, etc.
I remembered pulling my wallet out at the turn so I could buy a drink. Did I accidentally pull the ring out, too, and it landed on the pavement? Or could it have slipped through a tiny hole in that pocket? Surely not. Yet it was nowhere. I inquired at the pro shop. No, no one had turned in a ring.
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When we first got engaged, I bought Paula a beautiful diamond ring. She loved it so much that she didn't want the additional band of gold for a wedding ring. The diamond one was all she wanted on her finger, and she had worn it for nearly 27 years.
As we got closer to Paula's birthday and our anniversary, I told Paula that I wanted to give her a new wedding ring. We were not in a position to match the quality and price of the diamond ring, but we would just go out looking for a simple band of gold.
We spent a few days shopping and found nice people and wedding bands at the Zales in our local shopping center, where a woman named Melanie (the same as Paula's younger daughter) helped us find one we both loved.
The next day, the folks at Zale called to tell us the new wedding band was ready. They were very kind and returned our prepayment. They also resized the diamond ring, which earlier today, 2 days after our 27th anniversary, I put the ring on her finger with the loving words, "Don't lose it this time!"
If you have 5-10 year old sons, daughter, nieces and nephews (basically kids you trust with a ring), get a group of them together and tell them that whoever finds the ring in the grass will get $20 (or some other appropriate, parent-approved prize). Also have cake & ice cream for those who didn't find it.
Go outside that night with a very strong flashlight or preferably a higher-intensity floodlight. With any luck, the glint of any metal object will stand out considerably compared to anything else you might find among the grass. Work systematically. Search the lawn one square at a time. You are much more likely to find something searching one square meter at a time rather than wandering aimlessly.
The way to find the ring is to systematically search the search area. To do this with a plot of ground, like a backyard, what you should do is string it with a grid. Drive in wooden stakes around the perimeter of the area. Make sure the stakes are well outside anywhere the ring could have dropped. Next, pull twine around the stakes making a lattice pattern. Tie a heavy object to the twine and throw it across so you do not have to walk in the search area. When you are done you should have the yard divided into a grid, each cell being about 16 inches square.
Once you have divided the search area into a grid, begin searching it cell by cell, marking each cell after you finish it. If your ring is in the search area, it is likely you will find it as long as you thoroughly search each cell. Also, check all branches and twigs in each cell; sometimes an object will catch on a twig.
Crows here in the Pacific Northwest find everything. I threw a loaf of bread squares onto my lawn one morning, trying to remember where I put my single car key. Voila, a crow buggered around and flipped the key so I could see it. Luckily he didn't use it for his nest.
This ring find began when I got a text from Kawakita who with his wife was visiting Oahu from Japan. They were leaving the next morning at 11am and my backup ring finders were out of commission. I told him I would come over after my Royal Hawaiian hunt since they were the next beach over. Ends up I only had 90 minutes left on my parking to go over and hunt. I told Kawakita to meet me on the beach as I had minimal time. He quickly showed me the search area and I started immediately. We had some tourists in the way but they politely moved. As I started my fourth leg coming down into the wet sand I got a strong #9 on the Manticore and two scoops later there was the Cartier. I think Kawakita was as shocked as I was because we both thought it would be in the turbulent water. His wife whom I never got her name was just arriving on the beach and when he handed her, her ring she was overcome with joy. A few hugs and gracious thank yous sure made that a great hunt. Aloha to Kawakita and his lovely wife!
I spent the day preparing my horses for show, meaning covering several acres of rural farmland on horseback, giving horses baths and washing their tails. I packed and loaded the horse trailer and covered a lot of ground. When I got home I noticed my shiny new engagement ring was quite dirty. I removed it and set it on the bathroom counter while I showered. I had planned to wash it after, and even set out the ring cleaner. As usual, something most cat owners are familiar with, I left the door cracked, because this sort of action requires the supervision of all three resident felines. The cats typically come and go, stealing hair ties and removing offensive objects from all horizontal surfaces.
While this was not a lost ring I found with a metal detector, I am glad I was able to help remotely with some tips and a detailed process to thoroughly search a house. Interested in more Lost Ring Stories? Check out our Lost and Found Ring Story Archive, Local Newspaper Articles featuring the Lost and Found Ring Finders or other General Interest Lost Ring Stories in the news from across the United States.
November 2021 Martina called asking for help. She explained that she was in her friends car sitting in the front passenger seat. She had just put hand sanitizer on and her engagement ring slipped out of her grasp. After stopping the car in her driveway the girls were very cautious searching absolutely every place they could however they were unable to locate her engagement ring. This engagement ring came from her fiancs mother and Thanksgiving was just days away. Martina could not bear the thought of hang to tell her future mother-in-law the sad news.
The summer of 1969 brings back so many amazing memories.High school graduations, spending so many fun times with childhood friends, some for the last time, camping and water skiing at 6 a.m. on the new Lake Oroville when the lake was as smooth as glass and then the college farewells.
As I prepared to position myself to be pulled out of the water to ski, I became worried that the pull handles and my grip might pull my new beautiful engagement ring off my finger. So, I swam to the boat to hand off my ring to my fianc who was on the boat. Well, my reach up to the boat was short and I missed reaching his hand.
Water ski beach jump starts were not allowed so we were away from the beach to ski but we were fairly close to our favorite beach. Knowing our beach location, we hired a diver to go down to the lake bottom to try to find our ring. But, he was not able to locate the ring. So, we gave up. We returned to our favorite Oroville jeweler Chuck Warren and he ordered another engagement ring.
Late September rolls around, friends are making end of the summer trips to the lake. A dear friend who was with us on the day the ring was dropped into Lake Oroville was back at the lake in the same location. The water levels had dropped significantly since that June day as they do each summer. The friends decide to go on to the beach and just take a look around on a chance the ring might be spotted. Back in 1969 beverage containers were opened with pull tops that were discarded. Our friend said he saw many shiny objects all around the beach. He walked around picking up the shiny pull tops and then in total unbelievable amazement one of the shiny objects was not a pull top, but a diamond engagement ring!
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One hot, sticky Mississippi night, pregnant with our third child and trying to wash two slippery toddler boys up in the bath, I took my wedding band (which was soldered to my engagement ring ) off and put in up on the counter.
And finally, out of desparation, we called to have the septic tank pumped. That man jumped in and searched with his hands in some nasty, smelly filth for my ring and then took the truck, emptied it into a field and search again. It was gone!
I spent a lot of time over the next few months seeking forgiveness for my failure to notice and pray for the lost souls around me and making my list of those I needed to seek out and share the gospel.
It was not a coincidence that this lesson came when it did. You see, just months later, God would call Matt and I to move to Canada to plant a church. And, church planting has everything to do with seeing the lost get found.
Hi Elaine. I remember the first time I felt comfortable sharing this story was with a mission group. I also got a chance about 5 years ago to share on the Annie Armstrong blog. I decided it was time to put here. Praying the Lord stirs other hearts for the lost.
I appreciate your writing, Aricca
And how you weave the lessons on the lost rings and importance of obedience here is beautiful. Thank you for drawing our hearts to evangelism, reaching the lost.
Hugs #CWBU