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Grandmas china

So I've been meaning to tell the story of Grandmas china, well, forever. I've had this china for about 5 years, it was designated as mine well before Grandma fell ill.

See, my Dad joined the Navy in about '57. He travelled all over the world during his tour. The way Grandma always told the story, she enrolled him in college while he was away and when he returned she picked him up in time to start the semester. Dad's story is more along the lines of "she came and got me and dumped me off at college." From what I can tell, there was no discussion of where or even if he wanted to go.

Anyway, one of the ports on Dads tour was Japan. While he was there, he picked up the china in this picture. Grandma held onto it for about 40 years before I got it. I have no idea whether or not she ever used it, but the fact that she kept it and passed it back to me makes it very special.

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That's an awesome story! It inspires me to share mine:

For my family (especially on Mom's side) dishes are important. The have meanings and symbolism imparted to them. Sometimes without us eve knowing it.

I got my Grandma's glassware, my Cousin got her dishes, we were her only two grandchildren. My Cousin called one day in 2002 and asked if I wanted Grandma's dishes...or she was going to give them to Goodwill. My only hesitation was that they should eventually go to her daughter who's just turning 7 now. So I said, I'd take them...but if her daughter ever wanted them...all she had to do was call.

I hung up, called my mom who lives a few miles from my cousin and sent her to 'save grandma's dishes'. When mom finally drove them out to Seattle, I tucked them away in a closet. During a spring cleaning in 2004, I unpacked the pieces. Suddenly, when handling the gravy boat I burst into hysterical tears. I hadn't really ever mourned grandma's passing in 2000 (I had college graduation and life, and then a marriage...and well...I guess I had never gotten around to it).

It sounds a bit silly, but grandma was amazing in the kitchen, and she made a really tricky gravy using lamb and vinigar that was custom-made for some middle-eastern rice dishes. Anyway, that gravy boat is like an ash urn for me...every memory of her is basically tucked inside it, I look at it, and it's a bit like reliving moments with her.

So yeah, Grandma's China is damn special.

You should post that in your own journal too, so you don't lose it. It's a great story.

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