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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Japanese Green Dale



I found it I found it I found  it!!!  [This is the sound of me shouting with joy, almost from the rooftop and almost with a megaphone!]

This is the blog entry I imagined lost to the abyss of whatever and wherever it is that lost computer items flee...

Yesterday.
It's been 41 years today since my parents entered into wedlock.  Happy Anniversary to 2 people who have worked hard at being an effective couple...adapting to life and one another and staying together for over four decades.

Which means it has been 41 years since they received as a wedding gift a Japanese Green Dale china set.  All sorts of lovely green and silver-rimmed pieces.  Pieces that rarely left the china cabinet and then only to grace the table for a few short hours, breathy sighs of relief when they returned to their hermitage whole and unblemished.



But something just short of a miracle occurred today.  That quantity of twelve-place-setting china (gravy boat, salt and pepper shaker, etc etc etc) appeared on my doorstep...shocked me, and made me feel very proud of my mother that despite her obsession with accumulation she blessed me with a new set of dishes.  (Even when she knows we plan to use them everyday and even, heaven help us, in the dishwasher...)

Having begged for my grandmother's dishes that remained in my mother's living room in boxes for too many months to mention mom finally decided she would keep those ones (with their expensive gold trim) and give hers to me.

A set of matching dishes...let me say that again with great excitement: A SET OF MATCHING DISHES.  Yes, yes, yes...all of us have the same design on a plate.  Not that the world revolves around such frivolity but I do appreciate it.

Simple and yet not-so-simple.  Oh how stuff rules us...and how proud and blessed I am that Mom decided to allow us the privilege of using a gift that she really did value...

And every time we set the table and eat off of those dishes that probably are too fragile for our young family I think of my parents...and I enjoy the meal even more.

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