Monday, November 29, 2010
As I sit to write this, I'm totally exhausted from foolishly doing too much housework in one afternoon. After I walked the dogs and put supper on to cook, I decided to take everything out of my china cabinet and handwashed and dried it all before putting it all back. It took me about 4 hours and my lower back is paying the price. Oh, and I only broke one thing!!!!
You are probably wondering why I've entitled my blog "family". Well, as I went through each piece in the china cabinet I sort of reflected on where the piece came from and whose table it graced before arriving in my home.
I have a tiny cup and saucer that my maternal grandmother was given on her first birthday September 25, 1902! Apparently all of the children since her used to drink warm milk out of it for Sunday dinner.
Then there are the shot glasses owned by my paternal great-grandfather. I never knew the man but apparently he liked to drink! They've been taken out every year for the past 30 years and have never been used!
Oh, and the little brown teapot treasured by my mom when she was a child. It used to make the "most delicious" tea according to mom when she was 6 years old and was visiting the aunt she was named after.
I also have a "toast holder" which held toast up instead of laying it down on a plate. I don't understand that concept really but I know it graced the table of my now 98 year old grandmother since she was a wee little one!
I also have the china that my maternal grandmother received as a wedding present. She was married in New York City which was quite the distance from the isolated coastal community here in Newfoundland where her and my grandfather were raised. Apparently they disliked the set but thought it was too good to leave behind when the sailed back to their home and it has been in our family ever since.
So, I've been reflecting today. As I carefully washed and dried each piece I tried to imagine the tables that each piece had graced over the years. How much joy and tragedy did each piece witness? If only the pieces could speak but sometimes things are better left to ones imagination!
On the top of my page, I've posted a picture of a toast rack I found on Google...it is very similiar to the one my great-grandfather used