Clemson issued the first class rings in 1896. The fine gold and enamel rings had nothing to identify them with Clemson until 1901, when the letter “C” accompanied by the state tree, the palmetto, began appearing in the center. In 1927, the name Clemson College was added to the area surrounding the center stone. An […]
Clemson freshman Leslie Sanders wasn’t nervous about starting college this fall. She knew she already had a support system on campus in her four siblings who also attend Clemson.
During the months that followed the fall of Bataan to Japanese Army Troops [WWII] and the subsequent imprisonment of captured American troops at the large POW camp at Cabanatuan in Central Luzon (the main island of the Philippines), the physical condition of many POWs deteriorated. Hundreds died from lack of sufficient food, medicine and medical […]
My father was a Class of 1936 graduate who wore his Clemson ring during World War II in the Philippines. About the time the Army began sending WACs (Women’s Army Corps) into the war zone, my mother decided it would be a good idea to send him a wedding ring.
My ring was stolen in the 70’s from my home in Central. The T.V. and hunting rifles were still there but “they” took my class ring. Who would wear someone’s ring with the other person’s name, year (1969) and Delta Delta Delta , and BS on the side panels?
After 6 amazing years at Clemson, I moved to Boston with my new husband in the fall of 2009. It took a while to start making new friends and connections. One Sunday at church I heard our pastor’s wife calling me from across the room to come show her my hand.
About halfway though a flight from London (Gatwick) to Atlanta I realized that I had taken my ring off
Mike Kelsey can remember driving down the hill from his home in Media, Pennsylvania “wailing all the way.”
In 1995, I was attending a conference in Monterey, California, 3000 miles from home. One night, a group of us decided to have a bonfire on the beach. For some reason, I took my ring off and put it in the pocket of my jacket along with my keys.
In the fall of 2006 I was tailgating with family and friends before the Georgia Tech football game. We were grilling out by some trees in the area below Shotgun Alley. It was not until later that night that I realized I had lost my Clemson class ring.
I was so excited to get my Clemson ring in 2005 and was equally devastated when, in the summer of 2008, I realized I didn’t have it.
It was the winter of my senior year and we were being blessed with a decent snowfall in the foothills… since these winter wonders were rare, it was incumbent upon all Clemson men and women to make the most of them before they melted away.
Around 1998, I was doing some substitute teaching at a school in Blenheim, SC. It was a busy spring day, and I wasn’t paying much attention to myself as I emptied out my pockets of the day’s trash.
I lost my 1959 Clemson Ring in the field training as a 2nd Lt at Fort Benning in 1962. A few months later at Fort Holabird, Baltimore, Maryland, it came back to me in the mail with no explanation.
A fellow alum/co-worker and I were hunting deer in Kershaw Co., SC one cold day in November in 2003. My companion had some luck in taking a deer so
My Dad, Charles M. Hagan, From Due West, SC, Graduated in 1924, I graduated in 1954. I lost My ring in Europe.. When My Father passed on, his ring was given to Me.
Although I am only sixty years old, I wear the great class of ’39 ring – the only woman to do so. Members of this class are now in their early 90’s and are all men.
As a Navy contractor in the mid-80s, I was attempting to gain access Naval Air Station Norfolk one morning via an auxiliary gate to avoid having to drive all the way around the base to get to the main gate to get a pass.
I lost my class ring in downtown Minneapolis in 1987 while celebrating the Minnesota Twin World Series victory.
I’ve been active for about two years in the hobby of metal detecting. Recently, I had a find that made a great change in the way I look at “treasure.”
When I received my class ring in October 1937, it became my most prized possession. It helped me meet other Clemson men at Air Corps bases throughout WWII.
My Clemson ring is like a boomerang. No matter how far it gets away from me, it always comes back.
In 1989, I was in Boston, Mass., on business, and I stopped at a Burger King to get a Whopper.
My husband, John Nutt, graduated from Clemson A&M College in 1960 and was given a ring by his parents.
It is an honor and a privilege to wear a Clemson ring, and it is with great pride and respect that I show it to anyone who sees it or asks.
Since 1997, I’ve been living in Lancaster, Calif., contracting to Lockheed as a systems and database administrator in the F-22 Flight Test Data Center.
My grandfather, Bob Jones ’30, and I graduated from Clemson 60 years apart. When my grandfather passed away, I was given his Clemson ring.
Forty-five years ago, my mother and father gave me a graduation present. This present served as a symbol to remind me of the sacrifices they made to give me my college education.
My brother [Robert W. Twilley ‘00] started attending Clemson in 1994 and fell in love with Clemson and the area.
When, as a new student, I first learned that all Clemson rings are the same, I was disappointed. I wanted to be able to add my own personal touch to make mine different.