Thought for the day - polishing the silver

Like any other red blooded American, when I want to relax, I take out my silver and my tub of silver polish and just go to town.  I mean, who doesn't right?  LOL  Oddly enough, I do enjoy polishing silver.  It's one of the things I often did with Grandmother and Mom and it always brings back fond memories for me.  I don't think of it as a chore, but more of as something I enjoy doing.

One reason is that I polish the silver in the kitchen at the sink.  This is one of the areas of our house that I feel relaxed at.  Once again, it is a trip down memory lane.  I think it is important that a house have a window over the kitchen sink.  There's just something about being able to look outside while you're working that makes it easier.  Our house growing up had one and I spent a lot of time doing dishes and such at the sink.  Come to think of it, Grandma Fornes, Aunt Billie, Aunt Sara all had windows above their kitchen sinks and I spent time at each of them gladly.

But, back to the silver.  If you haven't figured out, I love my stuff.  And the reason I love my stuff is because of its history, most of it family history.  As I am polishing each piece, I remember the story behind it...the sterling candlesticks Grandmother received as a wedding present in 1933...the silver cranberry sauce dish that was only brought out at Thanksgiving...the bride's basket I bought for as a present to myself...the castor set that came from a historic home in Monroe.  Each of these things I love because I know exactly where they came from.  We didn't use all of these things, but I am determined to because what's the point of having it really if I don't use it?  That's part of the fun of all of it, and these things were made not only to be pretty but to be used.

One day, these pieces will end up in someone else's home.  Hopefully, they will get passed along to someone who cares and will cherish them, whether or not they use them.  I just hope that one day someone has fond memories of the silver that came from Bob's house like the memories I have of those pieces now.  Only time will tell.

Cheers