Sterling Silver Memories


Like many women at the turn the century, my grandmother purchased silver the way most of us now buy Tupperware. Comparatively, the cost was about the same. As far as she was concerned her trays. bowls and platters were good sturdy utensils, nothing more.

As a child I hated that silver. Grandma truly believed the devil found work for idle hands and she made sure the devil never had a chance with mine. Whenever I visited, she had chores for me, but if by some chance she didn’t have a specific job, there was always the silver.
As the years went by she bought new, modern things. The silver was put away.

When Grandma died, her household furnishings were divided among her children. As a grandchild I had no expectations but I did write and ask the aunt in charge of her estate if I could have Grandma’s little silver syrup pitcher. That was the one piece out of all the things I’d polished so many times that I remembered with pleasure. I loved its smooth curving lines.

That was 1941. By the time my letter reached my aunt, she had more important things to think about. But I didn’t forget the little pitcher. At family gatherings I asked if anyone knew where it was, but no one had any idea what had become of it.

Then, just three years ago, a cousin found it and sent it to me. She didn’t write or phone, and to use an old cliché, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the box. After all those years to have it appear like that was a small miracle.

I love the shape and size and gloss of Grandma’s little syrup pitcher. Everything about it pleases me, but the real reason I’m so fond of it is because every time I look at it, for a moment, I am back in another time. A time when life was much simpler, and I was very young.

- Evelyn Larkin

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A British daily newspaper ran a contest asking its readers "What does it mean to be British?" Here is the winning response:

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