About five years ago I was visiting Port Townsend from my home on Vancouver Island and I lost a ring — possibly in a washroom at one of the ice cream parlors. I made enquiries soon after …
About five years ago I was visiting Port Townsend from my home on Vancouver Island and I lost a ring — possibly in a washroom at one of the ice cream parlors. I made enquiries soon after noticing it’s loss but it wasn’t found.
I was terribly sad about the loss as the ring had an interesting family history and I was stricken to think that I, its latest custodian, had lost it. I’ve been giving its loss much thought of late and decided that maybe I could try harder to find it, which is why I’m writing to you in the hope that your readers may join the hunt for this ring.
I would be glad to offer as reward for its return; the ring’s value by weight.
I would like to share the story of the ring in the hope that someone may have found it and wouldn’t have known how to track down its owner.
My grandfather, Bill Draper, an ex-British Army warrant officer from World War II, was a pretty good amateur magician and performed in many guises in British Legion Clubs in and around London, England. He designed a suitably magician-looking ring with a few zodiac signs around the inset chased metal bevel. The ring was thinner at the back through constant wear as he never took it off.
When he died in the late ’70s it passed to my beloved Aunt Edna and when she died it passed to my father who gave it to me.