Originally Posted by Winemaker
Fast forward 3 or 4 years at a family reunion, we met some family members who told a story about the patriarch and matriarch when they immigrated long ago, put their life savings into diamonds, and baked them in a loaf of bread when they came over on the boat. They were told no one would steal one's last morsel, but thieves would steal the shirt off their back if they needed one.
DH's first wife was Armenian and when her family fled Armenia an uncle smuggled a stash of diamonds in a linen bag hidden in... umm, a body cavity. What she remembered was that one of the little girls had her shoes stolen. Desperate times. The diamonds made it safely.