On Resurrection Sunday, I debuted The Grandmother Dishes.
Technically, it wasn't their debut, because this china was gracing tables long before I was born. They once belonged to my great-grandmother Anna. (I told you about Anna ~here~.) Then, they went to her only daughter, my great-aunt Minerva. Aunt Minerva never married, but she valued family history and carefully preserved treasures and stories.
The next keeper of the china was Great-Aunt Minerva's niece, my Aunt Lynn.
Lynn, too, never married, so when she passed away on Christmas day, another generation was to be given the care of these family heirlooms. My mother and my aunt (Lynn's sisters) decided that I, the oldest great-granddaughter, would receive them.
And because I believe in using heirlooms so that they have a place in family memories, The Grandmother dishes made their debut appearance at my table on Resurrection Sunday.
|All photos by Kati|
If dishes could talk, I'd love to hear the stories of days gone by. But I'll have to be content to make new memories, to tell new stories with those around my table.