My Mother’s Teacup
November 15, 2009
My Mother’s Teacup
My mother used to collect demitasse teacups and I always enjoyed looking at the dainty little things, although as a child I wasn’t allowed to touch them. They were very fragile.
When Mom died I didn’t have room for the collection so I kept my favorite one and gave the rest to our female relatives. There were just enough to share among us.
One cousin lives far away, so I packed her cup very carefully in layers of bubble wrap and mailed it to her. But I hadn’t been careful enough because it arrived broken into pieces.
My cousin had loved my mother and was disappointed not to have anything to remember her by, but I wasn’t willing to part with the cup I had kept and had no more to send her.
But soon afterwards my cousin visited a store that sells nostalgia items and found a teacup exactly like the one I had sent her. She bought it and told me it reminds her of my mother as much as if it had been the original demitasse cup.
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Janet Ann Collins
is the author of
The Peril of the Sinister Scientist & The Secret Service Saint
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