Even though they aren't the exact ones that sat on her table, I treasure them just the same. When I look at them I am immediately transported back in time to grandma's dinner table surrounded by any amount of family members. I can smell her pot roast. The table is fully set with plates, glasses and silverware. In the middle of the table is a small plate stacked with bread next to a cube of butter. There's a bottle of home canned peaches, pears, or cherries and a stack of bowls to put them in. Open bottles of home canned bread & butter pickles and pickled beets, with a spoon stuck in each, sitting next to the salt and pepper shakers. And best of all, there is grandpa wearing a flannel shirt sitting in his usual spot holding his spoon like a toothbrush and slurping up his peaches (If it was morning, he would be slurping his mush). And that my friends, is a wonderful place to be!
|Mom, aunt Vella, uncle Darrell, grandpa Smedley|