My dad was killed when we lived in the far east. I was three when he died.
We came back to the UK and seven years later my mum remarried.
When i was getting married, she gave me her wedding ring from my dad. It is the most unusually engraved ring, hand crafted in the far east, in a tiny jewellers. My dad had bought it there twenty five years before i announced my impending marriage.
I was delighted by the ring, but it was too small. So, i took it into a jewllers in a small town in the north east of England.
I handed it over to the jeweller, simply saying that it had been my mums ring, was too small for me, and could he put a 'bit' in for me.
A very long minute passed whilst he examined it with the monacle magnifyer thing they use. Then he put everything down and said " Singapore, 1959, navy chap".
He had actually made the ring.
He resized 8t for me free of charge 😊