I was recently given a gift. It is an old coffee cup that first belonged to my grandmother Quillin. I remember seeing it on my mother's table as she drank coffee while we talked. I'm not sure of the material from which this cup was formed. It is/was no doubt the cheapest of cups back in its day. I guess that was the way we all lived, struggling to make a living. I am fond of the cup because some of my forebears owned it, used it, their hands held it guardedly, their lips blowing breath into the cup to cool its contents. I like it for another reason, on its bottom in raised letters it reads: USA. Don't see that much anymore. My sister-in -law gave it to me recently. She said my brother used it during the retired part of his life; said it was his favorite cup. Nothing special, an old cup which I will use and treasure.
I would too !! I'd love to have something that my grandparents used on a daily basis!! When all my GP's and even my mother died, my father refused to allow any of us to have any of their belongings...yes even my mothers.. !! ( I begged him to just let me have her coat, if nothing else, I could smell her scent on it, but he threw everything on the Bonfire) I did manage to get her wedding ring tho'... but that's another story!!
I'd love the cup too, Bill. Your story reminds me of the lyrics to a song I love, "Where Corn Don't Grow." As we sat on the front porch Of that old grey house where I was born and raised. Staring at the dusty fields Where my Daddy worked hard every day I think it kinda hurt him when I said, "Daddy there's a lot that I don't know But don't you ever dream about a life Where corn don't grow?" He just sat there silent Staring at his favorite coffee cup I saw a storm of mixed emotions in his eyes When he looked up. He said "Son I know at your age It seems like this ole world is turnin' slow. And you think you'll find the answer to it all Where corn don't grow."
I love that. I don't think in all my put togethers I've heard that before, yet it has a familiar ring. Thanks, going to do a little research on that corn and where it best grows.
I can understand the attachment to a coffee cup; they each have a history and story. With luck, I can use one for several years. When it ultimately breaks, I go through a kind of grieving process...