Every night, before bed, we collect drinking classes, plates, and bowls from the living room and start the dishwasher before going to bed. Last night was no different. Until it was.
2 bowls (one cereal and one potato chip) and a glass were in my hands. The bowls were successfully placed on the counter while I maneuvered the glass in order to put it on the counter before putting them all in the washer. Well, I should say while I attempted to maneuver the glass. It fell. Onto the laminate floor.
Yeah, it’s only a glass. And it’s only a Corelle (by Corning) class at that. It was one of those items from a wedding registry long ago. It has seen us through 4 houses and 2 apartments.
I really don’t know if it came from Target or Corning (World Kitchen). Yeah, we registered realizing that many of our friends might not be able to give much, and, well, knowing that if we registered for bedding or something like that from J.C. Penney’s or something, we might get pillows and not be able to purchase the matching comforter. Just being honest.
After all, those first years were rather tight financially. Okay, they were really tight. But they were simpler times, it seemed. So, we now have like 11 or 13 or some other odd number of glasses remaining. Including a single 4oz juice glass that, really, I don’t even know which one of the ladies in my house actually use. I know I don’t.
We have very little from our wedding gifts left. I remember the wedding and visiting our guests at the reception rather vividly. I don’t know why; I just do. I’ve always been that way. I realize that the glass is just another consumable good, stuff, and not all that important in the big picture. And it’s not all that sentimental in and of itself, but what it represents.
As I look around my home and listen to the sounds of my wife and children talking and laughing or crying or whatever, I reflect on the many people who have dined with us in any one of our homes (houses or apartments). Some have been friends for short periods of time, and some for several years. Those with whom we shared our table, we also shared that glass.
It’s been a rare event over recent years that we have had friends in our home to dine. Lately, the rare event has been the Super Bowl. It’s coming up this weekend and we’ll have a dear friend joining us again.
There was once a time when we had friends in our house every other weekend, for no reason than to offer them a place to hang out with us and us them and each other. Others were our guests who enjoyed simple burgers and hot dogs over our grill while we shared life in community.
What would your dinnerware remember about your time with guests and friends at your table? What emotions have been shared, what laughter, what tears? What stories would they tell? What kind of memories of special occasions would they have?