A day cleaning out a china cabinet becomes a walk through family history
Suddenly this violet, sun aged glass cannot be handled at face value. That is my grandmother's handwriting, so the glass clearly was held in the lap of my great-great-great grandmother. In a covered wagon. From Kentucky.
No help from this girl... yet.
My great-gramma's sugar bowl.
Nobody loses marbles in this family.
My mother claimed responsibility for the chips in this marble. She was trying to get to the candy inside.
Only I know it is clean. And two boxes didn't fit back in!
Still no help.
And a little too much help here at last.