In the early 70's I worked for Wolverine shoe factory sewing the back seams on womens shoes and boots.We ran mostly pigskin boots. One night I lost my my wedding band on the line. It slid off my finger from the dusty residue on the leather. The shoes/boots would be bundled in crates that came down the line and when we were finished with our job, we would put them back in the crate and send them down the line. They would end up back at the beginning of the line on this huge rack. We had to search every crate on the line and most of them on the rack, but we found my wedding band in the bottom of one of the crates. I took it in the next day to have it resized. My children were babies at the time and it was hard on me to leave them every night. My mom watched the babies, so they were at least with family, but when my son started calling my mom mama, that was it. I quit, and never took another job outside the home till my kids were both in school full time. And then they were always part-time temporary jobs like waitressing or cleaning cabins. I already had the most important job in the world to me. Being a MOM.