Oh, not until next year, however, as I was putting away Christmas stuff, I found myself pondering each item, wondering if it were something I would want to take to the ranch. Then it hit me that next year at this time we'll be getting ready to sell our house. Holy cow! That means I only have a year to purge. But where on earth do I start?
Then curiosity took hold. When my mother moved in with us some thirteen years ago, there were three really big, heavy boxes of dishes and such that we basically ignored, relegating them to a back closet.
So with a cold, lazy Saturday ahead of me, I decided to tackle said boxes.
I can't tell you the fun I had. I expected to find my mother's china, which I did, but I also found so much more.
Like these cranberry glass pieces. Be still my heart. I love cranberry glass. I felt as though I'd just won the lottery.
See the two little figurines?
Not cranberry glass, but so cute.
And I knew my mother had a thing for milk glass, I just never realized how many pieces she had.
Anyone else remember the days of candy dishes?
I love these painted milk glass pieces.
But the tea lover in me was totally stoked over these finds.
There were a few disappointments, too. Like finding three other saucers, but no teacups.
And a plate that had been broken and poorly glued back together in the days of rubber cement.
Such a shame because it matched the tea set.
I was seriously considering tossing it when I saw this on the backside of the plate.
February 10th was my grandparents anniversary and Jane is my mother.
How cool is that?
I don't know if she gave them the entire set or simply the plate, but crack or no crack, they deserved to be displayed together.
I spent a lot of time Googling stamps found on the backs of dishes.
At least those I could read.
Remember those figurines?
If only everything had been as plainly marked.
Alas, I hit the bottom of the last box and my treasure hunt was over.
My children will be recipients of some of the items while others will be enjoyed by me for a time before being passed down.
It's fun to see those things that my mother considered precious enough to hang onto. And I love
that my children and grandchildren will have the opportunity to enjoy them, too.
Now it's your turn. What cherished pieces do you have from past generations?