The Pitcher and Bowl


Yesterday, Beth at C. Beth’s Blog tagged me to go to my on-line photo albums and post the sixth picture in the sixth album, and tell what memories or thoughts it evokes.

So, here’s the picture.  It is of an antique bowl and pitcher that now sit on an antique dresser in our spare bedroom.  We kept a few antiques from the farmhouse and the majority of them now reside in our guest room.

I took this picture with the idea that I would tell a story about it “sometime,” so I guess “sometime” has arrived!

Hubby grew up in the family farmhouse where he lived with his parents, brothers and sisters and his grandma. 

When he was a young teenager, because of some rearranging of bedrooms and who slept where, and decisions that were being made about where all the pieces of furniture would go, this pitcher and bowl that Grandma had always loved and displayed, suddenly didn’t have a “home.”  So, Grandma looked around for someplace where it could still be displayed, and settled on a corner of the small bedroom that Hubby now had.

Now, I know you’re not surprised to hear that a 13 year old boy wasn’t particularly interested in having an ol’ pitcher and bowl taking up space on a chest of drawers in his bedroom!  But, he loved his grandma, and she did “sweeten the pot” a little.  She told him that if he would let the bowl and pitcher share his bedroom now, when he grew up and got married, he could have it.  That idea intrigued him so the deal was struck.

From then on, the bowl and pitcher lived in Hubby’s bedroom, even after Grandma died when he was 16.  And, when we got married, one of the things that he brought to our marriage was this lovely old pitcher and bowl.

When I look at it, I see a reminder of by-gone generations of Hubby’s family who “washed up” in the morning using it.  But also, it reminds me of the special bonds that develop in a home that houses three generations of a family.  I envy the experiences that go along with an extended family like that.  I think it must have been a wonderful way to grow up.

7 Responses to The Pitcher and Bowl

  1. Carla says:

    Awwww…that reminds me of my grandma too.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my abortion story. It is a long and difficult read but it is mine. All mine. 🙂 I cherish your words to me and I am glad I found you too!!

  2. Hilary says:

    What a lovely symbol of how each generation holds onto part of the past. It brings to mind the lyrics of a Dan Fogelberg song called Forefathers.

    ” And the sons become the fathers and their daughters will be wives.
    As the torch is passed from hand to hand
    And we struggle through our lives.
    Though the generations wander, the lineage survives
    And all of us, from dust to dust
    We all become forefathers by and by.”

  3. Beth says:

    That is such a beautiful set! And such a neat story. I’m impressed that at 13 he cared that he’d get to keep it…and glad that he did!

  4. Sandra says:

    Carla — I’m glad it brings back good memories for you too.

    Hilary — How true are the words of that song. “Yesterday” I was the “kid” — “today” I’m the “grandma!”

    Beth — I’m glad he made the deal too!

  5. Gunny says:

    I remember this set being in your room when I was growing up, but had never heard this story. That is neat.

  6. Sandra says:

    Gunny — Not to put too much importance on my blog, but I do think your grandchildren and GREAT grandchildren might enjoy reading stories like these, that I don’t think I would have written down othewise. I hope so, because I’m enjoying telling them!

  7. Daughter in law says:

    Now that’s a story 🙂

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