Today's guest is brand new to our blog so please give Carol James a huge WELCOME! as she shares something she treasures with us....
Mom's Dishes.....
I gently placed the small yellow platter on the counter and
smiled at the salesperson. “This
was my mother’s dinnerware pattern. I have a blue bowl and a green bowl at home
. . . all that’s left from her set. And this is the first time I’ve never seen
any pieces in an antique store.”
“Don’t you want the pink one, too?” She
winked.
I hadn’t seen it, but yes, I definitely
wanted it. My best friend and I had walked into the little antique store in
Clarksville, Georgia on a whim, just to pass the time. I had no idea the
treasure awaiting me there.
I guess you
could say my mother was a minimalist. When I was a child, I always wondered why
our house lacked the delicate knick-knacks, lovely wall art, and the forests of
plants my friends had. But as an adult, I understand.
My father
was a career military officer. The longest we ever lived any one place while I
was growing up was two years. An average timeframe was much less. More
possessions meant more to pack when you moved and more to grieve over when
things became broken or lost in transit. So early in her marriage, my mother
made a decision. Her treasured possessions were her family.
My Mom
loved cooking, so the one extravagance she allowed herself was setting a
beautiful table. We always ate on her pastel dinnerware with sterling silver
flatware and crystal glasses. Never plastic or stainless, and paper plates were
for picnics only.
I can
remember her teaching me how to use part of my index finger as a ruler to
evenly align the bottom edge of the dinner plates and silverware with the edge
of the table. Forks on the
left, knives and spoons on the right, dessert cutlery across the top. The knife
edges and napkin openings always faced inward toward the plate. When my job was
done and the table was set, she’d go outside and take clippings of whatever
plants were growing around our quarters and create a centerpiece a florist
would be proud to claim.
When my
father came home, our family would sit around the candlelit table. He’d say a blessing, and we’d eat and
share our days. The meal would always end with a similar appropriate comment.
Daddy would say, “Lillian, I believe that’s about the best pork chop I ever
ate.”
The four
pieces of my mother’s
dinnerware are beautiful to me. Not for their monetary value, but for the
memories they evoke and for the lesson they symbolize about priorities, about
what is lasting. About what we should truly treasure.
What a Wonderful story, Carol and definitely something to treasure!
Carol James is an author of inspirational
fiction. She lives in a small town outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her
husband, Jim, and a perky Jack Russell "Terrorist," Zoe.
Having always loved intriguing stories with
happy endings, she was moved to begin writing to encourage others as she'd been
encouraged by the works of other authors.
Her upcoming novel, The Waiting, will
be available January, 2019.
Her Christmas novella, Mary’s Christmas
Surprise, is currently available for pre-purchase on Amazon and on the Pelican Book Group website.
Connect with Carol at:
Thank you so much Carol for sharing your treasures with us.
I hope you enjoyed the post friends and that you'll check back for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlights.
Until next time good luck and God's blessings!
PamT
21 comments:
Pam, thanks so much for having me here today!
I loved your story about the dishes. It's easy to understand your mother's minimalist attitude. Best wishes.
Carol,
What a beautiful story about your family. You're obviously a fine writer. Wishing you much success with your new novel!
Thanks, Diane. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Carol, I love this. Heirloom objects are to be treasured, and none more than dishes/china. There is a certain joy in thinking of all those who have gone before you and eaten off these plates. What stories the dishes could tell! BTW, are they Fiestaware?
Kathy Bailey
Thank you for your kind words, Jacqueline.
Thanks, Kathy! They look like Fiesta, but they were made by a company in West Virginia. Luray.
Carol, you have wakened a memory and all it evokes with your description of living a military family where moving is a part of life we lived with. Unfortunately my mother was not a great cook, having come from a family that was lucky to have a few beans to eat with the handmade tortillas. Her love came from planting seeds of plants she had seen and loved in the last place we lived. I think she contributed new plants to most of the midwest and Arizona. Her favorite were Iris. Homes in Kansas, Arizona and California are flowering to this day with the flowers she loved. She also imported zucchini and yellow squash to Junction City Kansas and Tucson Arizona.
I believe that is luray dinnerware. Lovely post
What a lovely post. Thank you so much for sharing.
That is so special! Love her dishes too!
What a sweet story. I love the dishes, and I'm so glad you found them in the antique store.
What a special find! I do love looking around antique stores, and I can imagine how exciting those dishes were to discover.
What a lovely story. I have my mother's mixing bowls and I treasure them. Congrats to Pamela.
pastprimetravelers, My mother also loved irises and planted them wherever we lived. What a wonderful legacy to leave something living and lastingM
Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever, yes it is Luray. And I discovered, that each piece has the manufacture date stamped on the bottom!
Kara O'Neal, thanks for your kind words.
Pam, thanks so much for letting me visit today.
Enjoyed the story of your treasure, Carol. Little things often mean far more than the grandiose. Cheers
What a sweet story and lovely memories. I'm so glad you have the dishes and the memories to treasure. Congrats on your upcoming Christmas story release. I adore Christmas stories!
Alicia, thank you so much for your kind words. I am grateful for these sweet memories.
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