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Memories: family dinnerware

When Grandma Carter moved into a nursing home, I took custody of her dinnerware.

I didn’t even unpack this china until I had Aunt Esther’s china cabinet, so in four years, I think I’ve used it once.


Two weeks ago I took custody of my mother’s dinnerware.  We rarely used this, but I’m determined to put it on the table for certain occasions.

Mom’s collection includes service for nine: dinner plates, salad plates, dessert plates, coupe bowls, three serving dishes and a large serving plate, cream and sugar dishes, and cups & saucers.  Also in the box were four painted china demitasse cups and saucers, and some random serving dishes. And six salt cellars.

China cabinet

Amongst the items I inherited from Aunt Esther is this antique china cabinet.  This stood in the alcove in her dining room on Clinton Street in Columbia.

Filled with memorabilia from her life, it stayed with her at Foxwood Springs in Raymore, Missouri until her dying day.  And then a month later it found a home in my own dining room.

This china cabinet now holds priceless memories: my mother’s collection of Fireking Jadeite china, Grandma Carter’s formal china, Grandma Blocher’s stemware, a few pieces of Great-Grandmother Blocher’s china, some of my mother’s crystal serving dishes, serving bowls from various relatives, and so on.  Plus a lovely bone china set I purchased at an antique store in Indiana 15 years ago.

And sitting beside the china cabinet is my Grandma Carter’s violin.

A Thanksgiving story

On this day after Thanksgiving, I am seeing shadows.  

The Thanksgiving holiday was spent primarily at my family home in Lee’s Summit — the white, two-story 1920s home that my parents purchased in 1979, and which is now owned by my youngest sister and family.

As I made the traditional cheese grits on Thursday afternoon, I found myself thinking about a particular Thanksgiving in the 1980s.  Mom’s brother, Uncle Edwin, was in town with his wife Mary.  My grandmother was there too.  And perhaps Aunt Esther, although I don’t recall.  

Mom had worked hard on the Thanksgiving meal, but when Mary and I found out that she did not plan on having stuffing, we set to work.  Mary made cornbread, and the result was some of the most wonderful stuffing ever.  Several of us raved about it, at the expense of raving about the rest of the meal.

Mom was not happy.

I still remember how badly I felt.

This is now the 20th Thanksgiving without Mom here.  The traditions continue.  We ate food from my maternal grandmother’s plates on Thursday, and we had the traditional family additions of cheese grits and paper-sack apple pie.  My sisters and I shared the cooking duties, with the addition of Karen’s adult son Blayne and Beth’s wonderful husband Robert.  New traditions are set too, including plates of things like cauliflower and Brussels sprouts.

More shadows are emerging, and more additions are present too, including the lovely young great-niece Lily.

On this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for SO many things, not least of them family, and shadows that ground and remind and connect me to a place and people, and most importantly for the means of grace and for the hope of glory.