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A few years ago, my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer at 75. Things went downhill from there, but in the following months she gave her beloved ring to my wife. We had an interesting conversation regarding that ring and where it came from. This is what she told us.

I’ll try to be brief. I’ll also apologize if this ends up bouncing all over the place. I’m typing and remembering her details as I go.

My grandmother left Knoxville for New Orleans at 15 years old, by herself. She found employment as a waitress. One evening, she took a bill to a table and the chef yelled at her, “stupid girl, they don’t pay”. She asked, “why?”. The man replied, they’re the mob. She then asked the chef, “what’s the mob?”. I’m sure he explained it to her…She went back to the table and retrieved the bill, telling the table it was her mistake. A man at the table says, “little girl, do you know why I don’t pay?”. He follows with, “because no one ever brings me a ticket”. That mans name was Carlos Marcello.

My grandmother eventually married a New Orleans police officer, had 5 children (my Dad being the youngest), but maintained a close friendship with Carlos and “the mob”. She told us stories of being held over a balcony by her ankles by the police trying to get information out of her on Carlos, but she never spilled. Her husband committed “suicide” by pills when my dad was 2/3 years old. (That’s roughly 1967/8). Carlos helped take care of her financially from that point on. She was a bartender and had 5 children….help was certainly coming from somewhere. Carlos actually bought her a bar. He apparently cared for her, judging by the ring and the stories.

So, her words not mine, she told us she saw money exchange hands from Pope Paul’s people to Carlos Marcello’s people to take out JFK.

Years later, they asked her “how much she wanted” and she said she just wanted her freedom. She moved back to Knoxville in the late 70’s, and proclaimed Carlos tried to get her back to New Orleans even throughout the 80’s. All of her children went to Knoxville with her, except for one, who stayed in New Orleans until Hurricane Katrina.

SO….all that being said….Granny was either totally full of shit….OR….I’ve got a mob ring and the truth of what actually happened to JFK. Granny died in 2019, so I’ve held on to this for quite a while. The ring being left to us actually kind of destroyed my family on my dads side. He now doesn’t speak to any of his siblings because they all wanted the ring. Side detail that kind of matters, she moved to Myrtle Beach where my dad lives in 1998 and left all those other kids behind. My dad took care of her, bought her cars, paid her insurance and phone bills, dinners, etc. She was obviously closer to us than the family across state lines that never even came to see her. My wife took care of her for the last couple of years driving her to appointments, getting groceries, etc..

I feel obligated to share that story, just in case it is true and ever comes out.

Cheers.