Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I love this...
I'm not sure how old the pitcher is or the story behind it. I'm not even sure how I convinced my mother to give it to me. I just know I have it and I love it.
The pitcher belonged to my maternal grandmother. She passed away when I was six years old. I don't remember that much about her, but I remember her making sweet tea and the aroma in her kitchen when she made it. And I don't really remember her specifically using this for her sweet tea, but I imagine that she did. There wasn't a lot of money or not many "things", so I'm pretty sure this was the pitcher she used daily. Some might say that I shouldn't use it as it's an antique and has her memory in it. Maybe I should put it up some place safe to preserve it. But, the only time I use it is when I make sweet tea. Each time I do, I am immersed in the few memories I have of her. I may not even be thinking of her when I am in the motions of making the tea, but that first sip of tea floods my mind with her memory.
And that's the reason why I continue to use the pitcher. ;)