Once she passed her tomboy stage in the mid-1940s, she went full-on glam. I remember her best from my childhood in the 70s. She had teased up white blond hair, usually with a bow, bright red long fingernails, and rings on every finger. She had a nice figure and fit in perfectly in the decade of hot pants.
I just received a package from her husband, Don, containing three of her many rings. There was a note tucked inside that said he found these in her jewelry box with my name on them. I was very touched. I don't necessarily share her sense of style, but the day she died I told everyone I was going to paint my nails blood red and wear all my rings at once in her honor. Having these is even better.
|My Aunt Shirley on the left, my mother on the right|