As a little girl, I loved to help my mother polish silver. She only had a few family pieces, but each were special to her. Our holiday meals were often meager, so the sparkle on the table showed the importance of the occasion.
At a favored Aunt's house hoverer, the silver pieces were abundant. I would help her polish as well, but for an everyday meal of cold cuts. From her I learned words like Gorham and Tiffany. She was the collector of the family silver and china as other relatives passed on, but more importantly, she was the curator of the family stories that went with each. During our polishing sessions, she made sure I knew the stories well.
When I came of age to set up my own home, Aunt Jean began to pass on some of the family pieces to me one by one over 27 years. Some of the closest to my heart and among the first she gave me are a couple of candy dishes. One is engraved with her mother's, my beloved Aunt Mildred's, monogram. The other I spent many afternoons lining up the Shraftt's thin mints in their delicate white paper sleeves, just so.
And so I polish.
And sparkle with the memories of women I love.
7 comments:
Oh I love the memories of things that need to be polished. I love that you use them and do not just store them like many of us.
They are very special. Have a nice weekend. B
You're lucky to have these memories of your family, those stories! And indeed, use them. My family lost everything during world war 2,(my father's family in Indonesia, my mother's house was bombed in Holland) but they did have stories to share, though som things were so difficult.
Have a nice weekend, groetjes, Gerda
how sweet.
Aw, Kate has told me about Aunt Jean! What wonderful memories, each piece holding a sliver of your family's story!
I hope you have a beautiful Thanksgiving! So much love to you all!
Precious memories!
Love silver . . . polishing too. Such treasures for you!
Oh, what beautiful memories and lovely silver pieces. You're so fortunate to have them passed to you!! I know you treasure them!
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