I cleaned my china cabinet last night. It’s a lot of work – so much glass to clean! Plus, I’m a horrible klutz, so I’m always afraid I’ll break something.
There’s something nice about touching all of the pieces I have, though. The china is my mom’s; she bought it in nursing school before she met my dad. We used that china every holiday growing up.
I rearranged my Lenox pieces: my cake topper from my wedding, a Noah's ark from my parents, and a couple pieces from Aunt Lorraine. I washed all of my little serving bowls, all of them from family. My teacups, also from family. I love the teacups. One day I’ll identify them all.
I also polished my Gram’s silver service. It was a 25th anniversary gift from her siblings. I’m not sure if it’s from just before I was born or just after… but either way, the service set is more than 30 years old. I can still see it in her china cabinet. The pinochle cards were kept nearby. :) She taught me to play pinochle. We spent HOURS, and I never did get a hand with any meld that evening. I remembered spending time at Gram’s in the summer with my family at the lake (she had a lovely place on a lake). A few years, I’d get to stay behind with Gram while my family went home. Polishing that silver was like spending an evening with Gram again. I miss her.
Anyway, cleaning that cabinet out was a chore, sure. But it was also a way to reconnect with lost family. It was a good evening.