Yesterday was grey and wet and
nasty. This morning, the scene outside
is bright and beautiful. Yesterday's
nastiness turned to snow after dark and it looks like we got around three or
four inches. The roads seem okay - I
hear cars heading up and down Pheasant Run at a pretty good clip.
A good morning for a nice hot mug of Maxwell House
Columbian Coffee (decaf) - "Good to the last drop!"
The Christmas mugs, which took place
of honor for the past six weeks on the kitchen mug rack, were honorably retired
to the basement - where the Lockhart mug collection hang from the beams. A new lot have taken their place, all cleaned
up and ready for use.
Sad to say, I cannot use most of our
beloved mugs. They are too heavy. I use a light-weight plastic mug that Elsa
got when she worked for Cory Coffee Services - the mug was the only good thing
she got out of that experience.
Joy of
joys, Elsa found another light-weight mug to use - a plastic mug with "Bermuda" blazed
across it, a souvenir from my trips to Bermuda with my dear friend, Consuela
Rosenquist. I look forward to using it,
remembering the happy times we had and the warmth of the island and friends
like Mrs. Tucker.
Mrs. Tucker was a lovely woman. She was not a native Bermudian, although most
people thought she was. I remember
mentioning detecting a suggestion of southern cadence to her speech. "Zounds!" she said, "I am discovered!" It turned out that she was from the South,
Virginia or Kentucky as I recall.
Among the mugs I cannot heft is one
of the two ironstone mugs that Pete and I brought back from London - we found
them at Scottish House (right name?).
There
is the "Sacramento" mug that Scott gave Elsa as a thank you for
taking him to visit the Ripley ranch and an overnight to San Francisco.
I was horrified to discover that Elsa was
100% behind Scott not tagging along with us in San Francisco. A college sophomore, who knew not hide nor
hair about the city, alone in San Francisco?
I caved in, but was nervous - not Elsa, who said that he would be bored
tagging after us and fine on his own. He
proved her right - that lad traipsed hither and yon like a native. Pete would have been proud.
There is the mug of Henry VIII and
his wives that Scott brought back for the mug collection from a later trip to
England. Scott is a born globe trotter.
There is the mug that one of the
girls found in the 1980s that proclaims, "Never trust anyone under
30." The mug with Nipper, the RCA
dog, listening to "his master's voice" on a Victrola, a mug that
Peter donated to the collection fairly recently, a momento from when he worked
in the 1960s for RCA out in Bloomington, Indiana.
There is the mug emblazoned with
"You can't beat the System" with a map of the London Underground, a
present from Gretchen Lee (Glover) to Elsa after Gretchen's trip to the UK with Brenda Rydstrom.
There is the handsome "rustic" mug
with "ER II 1952-1977" that
Elsa brought back from an earlier trip to the UK with Gretchen which coincided
with the Queen's 25th anniversary as monarch of the realm.
There is a mug from Candy and Dave
with a "Brambley Hedge" illustration - very cozy looking.
There is one mug with bold colors that I
cannot place, which Elsa says she bought at some place or other, she does not
remember where.
It is time for this Gramster to head
downstairs for breakfast and a hot mug of coffee. I wish steaming hot mugs of whatever for the
Northern Hemisphere portion of my circle and tall, chilled glasses of something
wonderful for those in the Southern Hemisphere.
A special toast to Scott and Kimberly, who celebrate their first wedding
anniversary on Monday.
Love to all on this beautiful
morning - >>Scott & Kimberly's
Nan<<
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