I thought I would share another old dish with you today. It is two plate's that my husband's grand father gave us shortly after we married. He told us we would not have to fight over a plate now. He also gave us two forks. The plate has always been interesting to me. It has detailed work with raised work on the lip of the plate and the bird sitting on a window sill. I always think of a song that I have no idea where it came from. All the words I remember from somewhere in the recess of my mind is:
There's a blue bird on my window sill, there's a rainbow in the sky. There's a blue bird on my window sill, I'm not ashame to tell you why.
I've often wondered if Grandpa thought we didn't have dishes or if we fought over a certain one. Maybe neither - but I have been ever grateful that he gave them to us personally. We never used them to eat on. I had this one on the wall in a plate holder for years. Now it is in the pie safe. We have several other things that were passed down after he passed away but they don't have the same meaning. Maybe I'm just too sentimental for my own good!