My poor husband was much dismayed yesterday when he broke a cup from my English tea set, which I brought from England over forty years ago. I, of course, was irritated but couldn't be too angry, as he is visually handicapped and simply didn't see it. We glued it together with Gorilla Glue, and it looks almost perfect. Since I seldom use those dishes anyway, it really doesn't matter. They are on display in my china cabinet and look very pretty. They are Staffordshire bone china and the set is named "Roses to Remember." They took several months to arrive so I really appreciated them when they finally came.
Of all of the places we have lived or visited in the years during which my husband served in the armed forces, England was my favorite. The old cobbled streets of London have their own stories to tell. Every house has a history. We spent a week in London one April, and prowled the lanes down by the Thames, wandered in the footsteps of Jack the Ripper, and visited Fleet Street where the roar of the presses filled the night. We didn't neglect the opportunity to have a glass of stout in one of the local pubs and watched the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. We always intended to go back some day but, alas, it didn't come to pass.
We were lucky to be stationed in Germany for two years, and since we had a Volkswagen square back, we were able to travel extensively on weekends and short furloughs. We made up a bed in the back and simply camped out wherever we found a convenient stopping place. We got down to the black forest and Hitler's Eagle's Nest, and the town where they put on the Passion Play every four years. France, Belgium, Holland, Denmark, all were within reach with a day or two of travel. Our next favorite place was Denmark, because the food was so good. Oh, if we could only turn back the clock!
But it cannot be. We no longer fly, and since I can only walk with difficulty and my husband can no longer see, it wouldn't do much good to travel. But we have wonderful memories, and hundreds of pictures to remind us. It has been a wonderful life. Bye, and keep in touch.
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2 comments:
What a beautiful memory, the china set must have brought those days back every time you looked at it. Now you can look at the one cup with it's own unique memory. Thank goodness for gorilla glue and patience!
Thank you for your kind comment. It seems that this is the week for mishaps. Our hot water heater tripped the circuit breaker and the faucet in the kitchen sink has begun dripping. My daughter's septic tank had to be pumped out. Now we wait with apprehension for the next crisis! Knock on wood, we hope it is all over for a while.
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