tea cups
Milking it.
By Silver Blue
Years and years (and years) ago, when I was growing up, my Grandmother bought an old milk can. It was restored by mom and her sisters. Sanded down, repainted black, and an applique decal from Root’s Lumber applied:
From that point forward, it always sat near the doorway between my Grandmother’s living room and the “middle” room (formerly a dining room). It was still sitting there when she passed in 2008.
Strange how some things just seems to have been around forever. Sort of like a pair of teacups that had been on a shelf in her kitchen for as long as I can remember:
They’d hold her rings when she’d do the dishes… and sometimes, they’d hold change or her watch.
The restaurant is long gone, and I’ll have to question my parents about the significance of it, as I’m sure there was one.
Silver Blue, over and… out.