Disclaimer: The events depicted below actually occurred on Day Two.
Birthday girl Adele used to work at a church-run thrift store (since gone out of business); she was the point woman for getting jewelry items that had been donated evaluated to ensure they wouldn’t be worth millions unknown to the donater.
Well, with the price of silver being so high, Adelle was going to cash in a bunch of silver spoons that had been in the family for years that were stuffed in a closet. So she asked Sally, “Why don’t you bring all those pieces of silver from the defunct wedding that are lying around and bring them down and sell them to my favorite pawnbroker too?” When I heard this, I said, “I’ll bring a bunch of stuff that I have too.”
Wednesday, we headed over to Bayoupawn & Jewelry to cash in. Adele went first and managed to get a few hundred dollars for her cache. Sally went next; after going over about 15 bowls, platters, and whatnot, he told her the bad news: it was practically all silver plated. She also had her high school class ring and the gold wedding rings from that same defunct betrothal and ended up with a couple hundred more than Mom got.
I had brought a pair of old cufflinks, an antique shaving set in its plastic box, a pocket watch from my grandfather, Donna’s class ring, her engagement ring, my wedding ring (Donna lost hers; story here) and a second set of matching wedding rings we purchased after that incident. The cuff links and shaving kit were brass, and the pocket watch would have been worth a few hundred if it ran, but to fix it, it would cost more than it’s worth. But because of more gold, I ended up the big winner; my total was larger than their two combined.