RONDA RICH: Shiny rings keep memory of Mama alive  It would
never have occurred to me that it would mean as much as it has,
and it never crossed my mind that I would cherish it as I have.
I suppose that's what makes it even more meaningful.  Mama
wasn't fancy by any stretch of the imagination. A small cake of
cornbread and a cold glass of buttermilk often sufficed just
fine for her supper. A home grown, juicy tomato thrilled her
beyond measure and presents were often wrapped with masking
tape. She was sturdy and solid, not fancy or frivolous.  "If I
knew that I'd live long enough to get the use out of it, I'd buy
me a new mattress and box springs," she said once about five
years before she died. It sums up the woman bred of the
mountains that she was -- money was not to be squandered and
whatever was bought should do you for a long time.  That's why
it seems odd if a person gave too much mind to it, that Mama had
three sets of wedding rings in her lifetime. The first one
bought back in 1940, when their "I do'