A woman once asked me, “Just how many times have you been married?” At that time, the answer was “once.” Puzzled by the query, I inquired, “Why?” She pointed to the wedding bands on my hands. I explained that I am lucky enough to wear my mother’s, her mother’s and her mother’s on my right hand. On my left hand, I wear my father’s mother’s ring which doubles as my own. I suppose that it is quite unusual to sport four bands that reach back into the 1880s. I look at them often and wonder if they bring all those strong women closer to watch over and guide me. I hope so.