What were we transporting you ask?? Dishes. But these are no ordinary dishes. I recently inherited a set of Haviland china that had belonged to my great-aunt. It is over 70 years old and I didn't want it on my conscience if it was reduced to shards of porcelain. My sister, the original recipient of the china, is downsizing and she shares my fondness for antiques so she passed the set over to me. I'm thrilled to receive this family artifact for sentimental reasons but also because we have a dining room in Maine.
My Aunt Mary spent a lot of time at our house when I was growing up and she loved to dine. She was the well to do, well dressed relative that was always ready for a party. She spent most holidays at our house so I don't ever remember her using the china but according to my mother she used to have elaborate dinner parties when she was younger. Her kitchen was in the basement and there was a dumb waiter that transported the food to the dining room. It fascinated us to no end as children. I'm thrilled to be in possession of this set of dishes- imagine the stories they could tell!
So, the dishes are in their new home no worse for wear after the bumpy car ride. I need a few finishing touches before I'm ready to host their next dinner party but here they are and they seems to be settling in nicely!
