Monday, May 10, 2010

my mother's china

it was actually my father's mother's. he bought it for her when he was stationed in japan during his time in the air force. then it became my mother's china. we always used it for thanksgiving and christmas - with epic washing by hand after the meal. these pieces, however, came from an estate sale i visited a few months back. i recognized the pattern immediately, and when i turned them over, there it was: noritake. (luckily, my parents always referred to it as the noritake china or i'd never have known what to look for.) the lady of the estate said they had been her husband's mother's and that she was italian and served many massive meals on them. i was assured that they had been well-used and well-loved. and how happy it made the lady of the estate that they would go on to be cherished. she had been worried about attending the estate sale for potential sadnesses that might arise, but instead was heartened to find new loves for her old things. what wisdom. it's tricky, isn't it? all the holding and all the letting go of motherhood. i hope all you mamas had time to hold close and time to let loose this weekend. and please know how very much you are appreciated.

p.s. mom, i couldn't fit the platters in the priority mail box, so they will have to take their chances in our house until i can get them to you. xoxo

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