I can't look at my grandmother's or my great grandmother's silver and wonder not just what this beautiful, delicate piece of silver was used for, but also to imagine who might have held this piece last, and where were they? Or even what was the occasion?
Lucky enough for me, I have my grandmother's mahogany pedestal table from the Empire period. I love having a holiday meal at this grand ole regal piece of furniture, and to peer at my own immediate family sitting across from me, and think, "Oh how I wish my grandmother could see me now!" Or, "I sure wish she could meet Emma and Max."
I think she would love that her table made it all the way to California from North Carolina and that it is the best-not too mention most finely made piece of furniture I own. I think she would be happy that we gather around it, sharing good times, and making memories.
Now I set the silver down lovingly. I imagine a bygone time with ice boxes and pie safes. I think of ice tea, and suppers in the middle of the day, and I smile contently to myself.
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