This is not an international commentary, rather a musing about the people who came before. I ran across some china that VERY closely resembled my Great Grandmothers pattern, and while it may seem counter productive to purchase some extra pieces that are not exact, it leaves me in the position of knowing which was really hers and which was added.
There is this rather dusty antique store in Morgantown Indiana, which is one of those places that makes you want to wash your hands after visiting, but there are hidden treasures under that dust if you just reach out and touch. Mom and I were there browsing and Mom had managed the entire store and came back to find me stroking some china that I thought might be the same as mine/great-Grandma’s. I purchased 2 square luncheon places, and on arriving home realized that they are not a perfect match. But I wanted the rest of what was in the store and so returned yesterday. While I was picking out the rest of the scattered pieces of the Eggshell Nautilus Ferndale pattern, I came across a lovely, lonely cup with delicate pink and lavender flowers, with a gold edging. I thought it might make a lovely morning coffee cup, as if I needed another, but still……
This morning as I drank from this cup I wondered. Who was the last person who drank from this cup, how long ago, was is, were they happy, sad, or so-so when they did? Did they have a good day, are they still alive, was it close or did this cup travel, and from where. It has no markings for me to research and it is a stout little cup, in that it is not that fine, delicate china that one would expect to break, but rather a nice little cup that might sustain itself. I hope so, as my china cups must be happy in the dishwasher! My morning beverage was more delightful for the beauty of this little cup and saucer and my morning musings.
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