When my Mom passed away in 2008, one of the hardest things to do was clear out her little home.
I was anxious about her fancy dishes. The ones she got as wedding gifts in the 1950’s. The dishes we ate every holiday meal from. The fancy gold-leaf dishes that could not go into the dishwasher, let alone the microwave.
They are more than dishes to me. They are the spirit of my Mom during the holidays. I’m thankful I was able to get them safely across the country. Tomorrow, I’ll get to use my Mother’s dishes for the first time.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!