It is time to start moving things out of mama’s house. It must be cleared and painted then sold.
My sister and I are struggling with this reality as we march toward the inevitable.
I have sorted, packed and polished.
Now it is time to wash the glass. Not fancy, expensive crystal, just lovely little objects of glass.
I am washing these by hand like my mother and grandmothers and great grandmothers did. Standing over a hot sink, hands pruned by the dish water, looking out the window.
Remembering the desserts that were in these bowls and stemmed cups… the colors of jello, the 1-2-3, the pudding and blueberry desert.
We loved the sweet and sparkle at the end of a family meal.
I will keep a set of these for making special little deserts for the children in the family just like they did.
I am honoring my past by washing glass with warm soapy water and tears.
It is time to move things here at mama’s.
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floweralley 
Yes! I remember letting the ice from cold desserts melt, and then we’d sip the fancy colored water ♥️ Would be great for Gelato, too!
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Sweet
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Sweet, sweet tears. So happy you have such wonderful memories to sooth the ache of loss. And I love glassware like these and I use the ones I have from mothers and grandmothers.
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I will be using these also Pat. It will be a way to remember and honor these women who raised me.
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Hugs. I kept many of my mom & gramdmother’s random dishes and love using them and remembering.❤️
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I will too. Thanks friend.
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Honoring and remembering those traditions.
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They deserve that.
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