Take a digital camera or flip video camera to record your connections at the museum.
"I reached my hand up to the top shelf above my head; there were the dinner
plates. I would need to fetch down two of them.
On top of the plates was the gravy boat. Maybe, I thought, maybe I should
reconsider and make a nice stew with potatoes cut up in it instead of mashed.
Then I wouldn't need the gravy boat. And, instead of the dinner plates, I could
use the china soup bowls, which are on the lower shelf.
I had myself a good ways talked into that plan when my stubborn streak
showed up without my even asking it to. Dessa Dean, Mama would want you to
make the best dinner you were able for Daddy, this year especially. Stew
won't do.
And I knew I was right.
I let out a big breath that blew my bangs into the air, and clutching at the
edge of the cupboard with one hand, I sent my other seeking out the gravy boat
again. My fingers curled around its slim ring of a handle, and, honest, I took such
a stranglehold on it, it was a wonder it didn't break right off. Out I eased the
delicate piece, and down I squatted, and to the very back of the counter I scootched
it. Carefully, I backed myself onto the step stool and got my feet steady on the
floor again before picking up the gravy boat. With both hands I carried it to the
table and with both hands, oh so slow, I lowered it to the very center of the table,
where it would be safest. Then I stepped back, wiped my palms on my britches,
and let my eyes fill up with the delicate beauty of the china's pattern.
Like all the set, the gravy boat was white in background; and soft, pink roses
rambled lightly over it. Real, hundred percent, genuine gold trimmed its edges in a
slim, perfect line. It was beautiful. And it made me think of Mama, which set
my heart to aching."-Chapter 27 "Mama's Mama's Mama's Best China"
Additional pieces of Potts' china bought at an estate sale.
Mrs. Potts's china platter.
