The single stone is my ring, the other was Mom's everyday ring until she passed. We dug these, couple trips early '70's, in Montana and our Uncle cut and set them. My job was plucking stones from the hematite, just the right eye and mentality for it.

Came across this literature cleaning out the desk. God those were long hot car rides. East of Vantage was always miserable as only grandpa's Buick had AC. Did lots of other good camping on those trips too.



Came across this literature cleaning out the desk. God those were long hot car rides. East of Vantage was always miserable as only grandpa's Buick had AC. Did lots of other good camping on those trips too.

















