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One plate of China from our wedding, a gift from my great aunt |
The one tote was full of crystal, I added the photos to it. We went through it, they took home a significant amount. But when I unpacked the tote initially, I came across this plate. When the guy and I got married, I recalled not wanting to go to a special store and pick out "China" because 1) I was embarrassed, I simply didn't know what to do, and 2) I didn't think anyone in my family could afford it (or would buy it). For the record, I didn't know how much China cost at all. Nor was everyone in my family destitute.
At my wedding shower, my grandpaw's oldest sister bought us this gift, a set of dishes that was "China". I remember opening it and saying, "Ahhhhh, China!" I was very excited, I thought it was very pretty. But today, I am nagged with the thought of how many of my family must have laughed at me. It wasn't real China. Essentially, probably, just a nicer set of dishes from Wal-Mart. I was okay with the that because I thought they were beautiful and my aunt had bought it for me.
Which leads me to a whole different thought. For some reason, my family seems to break things. My children break things, I break things. Meaningful things. Things that need to be saved, cherished. I am probably most happy by that set of dishes because I actually still have a few of the plates and saucers.
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