For sure there is more to this New Year’s Eve table other than it being created around the centerpiece of holly trees and finials that has inspired each of my December tables.
No, this one begins with the china that is one of the few things I have that belonged to my mother. It is not likely what I would have picked, but it is dear to me because of the memories it evokes.
I don’t remember ever having seen her use the little salt cellars. I found them in a cabinet after she died and have no idea of their origin, but I held on to them without thinking about how their gold trim was a perfect complement to the china.
The Fostoria glasses were also Mother’s, and the soup spoons came from my mother-in-law’s kitchen. From her I have even fewer things than from my mother, but she left me with a heart full of love.
The wine glasses have a story starting with the one in the middle. Years ago I was with my parents in an antique shop in North Carolina where they were then living. For whatever reason the glasses caught my eye and when Daddy saw me holding one and turning it this way and that he said, “Sis, if you like those, why don’t we get them?” Done, and so began my collection of mismatched etched stemware.
Even the napkin rings hold their own story and remind me of the time when a daughter and I were to meet in London and go on to the Cotswolds. At the last minute, her trip was cancelled thanks to an unexpected business decision, but I went on since my ticket was nonrefundable. It turned out to be a wonderful solo adventure, and the napkin rings were a purchase at a small shop in the middle of nowhere filled with handmade items. That explains the attraction!
Well, that’s the story of the table, and for me remembering the people and places that each piece represents makes it a great way to end the year.
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