Article October 26, 1974 Issue

The Indian Ring

Judith Ann Hardy

When I was a little girl, I loved Navajo Indian jewelry—the silver jewelry with turquoise stones. And I had a pretty Indian bracelet my father had given me. It had a turquoise right in the middle of it, with tiny little silver beads all around it. How I loved that bracelet, and it became shinier and prettier each day I wore it! And that was every day. I also liked Navajo Indian rings, especially with an Indian thunderbird on them and a turquoise right in the middle.

One day at the end of lunchtime, as I was running back toward school, almost late, there in the grass near the steps was that very thing—an Indian thunderbird ring. Quickly I picked it up and put it in my pocket and went into class. I had to decide what to do with it. All that afternoon it was hard for me to pay attention in class for thinking about it.

Imagine my finding a thunderbird ring—just what I had always wanted! "Finders keepers," I kept telling myself. (The last part of that saying is "losers weepers," but I didn't like to think about that.) From time to time I would feel my pocket just to make sure the ring was still there.

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