|My sifter belonged to my great-aunt Mabel|
On our recent trip to visit family in Tennessee, I drove. In case you were wondering, it's about an 18-hour drive, and yes I take two days to do it. I am too old to drive that far in one day, especially with a car full of teenagers:) We have flown before, but the cost of seven plane tickets is prohibitive, and then there is still the problem of transportation while we are there. The other problem with flying is that I can't bring anything back with me. Since this time I did have the car, I was able to bring back some treasures.
My mom had offered me these pink dishes before, but I had declined to take them, mainly because there is not enough of them to go around for my large family. But after thinking about it, I decided I could probably add to them through some antique shopping, either locally or via ebay. I changed my mind and asked if the offer was still good (it was:). The large dessert or cake plate and the six small serving plates that match it belonged to my great-grandmother (my mother's maternal grandmother). She died when my mom was ten, so I know her only through family stories.
The dishes are very faintly pink pressed glass, very pretty in person. They are not particularly expensive and may have been something that came as a promotional item in oatmeal or flour containers. The cookie jar and the goblets were picked up by mom at thrift stores here and there, but she gave them all to me as a set that goes together. The cookie jar has a broken lid, but I think it can be glued back together.
She also gave me these two glass serving pieces, one square and one for deviled eggs, and this cake dome, which will definitely come in handy to keep flies and greedy dogs out of the treats.
It can be good to have tangible reminders that there are people -- even though we live far apart (some as far apart as heaven is to earth:) -- who love us and think of us despite the distance. This knowledge helps keep us -- me -- grounded, helps me remember that yes, I am part of a larger group even when I am tempted to think I'm all alone. I think that's how it is with God, too. Even though He is not physically visible to us, He sends us tangible gifts to remind us that He loves us and to comfort us and to nourish us on the way. And to remind us that we have a heavenly home and family waiting. And someday we'll actually be home -- after all, that's where we are headed.
|River views from a park near my mom's house|
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." -- James 1:17 KJV