One of the things I’ve enjoyed since moving in to the new house, is unpacking some very special things.
When we moved to the farm 10 years ago, space was limited in our old farm house and the needs of the children came first. So many of my “pretties” got packed up and put into storage, including Grandma’s china hutch.
Last week we lovingly and carefully moved Grandma’s china hutch from storage. It was a dream come true for me!
As a little girl this china hutch always sat in Grandma’s dining room. I would love to stand and look at all of Grandma’s dishes on the shelves. I was awestruck that she still had a piece of her wedding cake (dried and unrecognizable, but still wedding cake!) and beautiful sparkling dishes: the depression glass, the salt and pepper shakers, the wedding china.
Every piece had a story and a history.
Grandma has been gone for a few years now, and the china hutch has come to me. It now sits in a place of honor in my dining room and is starting to be filled with my own pretty pieces….
…Grandma Moen’s pink depression fruit bowl, a cup from Grandma Klooster’s wedding china, a plate from Great Grandma Davisson, pink depression glasses that my husband bought me on our honeymoon….
Each piece has it’s own story, it’s own history. A little bit of Grandma that is being passed on to the next generation.
Maybe someday my grandchildren will be stand in front of it and ask “Where did you get this piece Grandma?”
Ahh, the stories I’ll be able share!