Using the good china
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- October
- 8
While rooting around in the basement a few days ago, I came across my mother’s good china.
My mother, like many of her generation, had several different sets of dishes: everyday pottery, good china and what we called “bank” china because she purchased a piece from the bank every time she made a deposit.
This wasn’t the bank china, which went to my niece on my mother’s death last year. My oldest got my mom’s “good” china with its gray and silver rose pattern on white, and since she’s still at home pending finding an apartment, the china is in the basement in its coverings.
We seldom used the good china, now I come to think of it. We used the bank china for most special events since the good china was—well—too good to use.
My own good china, purchased about five years ago on a whim, isn’t quite as privileged. When I feel like it, I drag it out for our normal sunday dinner. It’s a pain to hand wash it, but I figure the only way my three will be comfortable in fancy settings is to get them used to it at home.
I hope, when my oldest gets her own place, that she feels the same way about my mom’s good china that I feel about my own. I’d like to think it’s being used, and not just kept in its coverings to pass on to her own heirs.
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on Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 at 11:42 am by Randi Weiner.
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