Been thinking about my mom this past week. Her 74th birthday was this past weekend. Unfortunately, we only had the privilege of celebrating it with her for 66 years.
|Connie Jordan Vicari|
We lost mom to ovarian cancer in 2004. Her Birthday was this past Saturday on February 25 – a day I happened to be celebrating a little girls’ birthday in the guise of Mary Poppins – and, wearing an outfit my mother would have loved!
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Earlier this month, I was at an antique show – thinking of mom who gave me my love of antiques – and found a teacup – Lily of the Valley by Shelley – I simply had to have in honor of her! Immediately I knew that I’d share it at our Blogworld teatime at the end of February as a birthday tribute!
Mom’s favorite flower was the Lily of the Valley. In our front yard when I was little, she planted a little patch of them. Through the years they have proliferated – as they are apt to do – and Dad dug some up for me to put in my own gardens a couple years ago. I look forward to them peeking through the late winter soil and flowering in early spring with thoughts of mom ringing out from their delicate little bell shape.
How well represented they are rendered on this beautiful Shelley cup!
I just love the scalloped rim of the cup and the complimentary waved edges of the saucer – so like the shape of the flower itself!
The mold is embossed with a flower pattern, bringing a rich texture to the piece . . .
Turn the cup upside down – and it looks – not only like a bell – but, like a the oh-so-feminine and flowing skirt of a past fashion era.
Mother gave me a love for beautiful feminine 19th century dress as well!
Don’t you just love the contrast of the soft pastel green handle – a pleasure to grasp between thumb and fingers . . .
Mom had a modest collection of teacups and saucers – of which I inherited most. She drank her tea ONLY from china cups, and had absolutely no use for bulky mugs.
As a child – especially in winter – when returning from school in the afternoon, Mother had the kettle on and poured out a lovely little teatime for me and my sisters at the table.
In china cups, to be sure. Normally, we’d partake with cream and sugar. However, if cold and sniffles were knocking at our door, she served us “hot toddies” – with lemon, honey – and the occasional teaspoon of whiskey! The whiskey added so much flavor – and really warmed you up from head to toe!
Haven’t had one of those in years . . .
Mom grew up on a chicken farm with lots of eggs at her disposal. My grandmother was quite creative with all those eggs and taught mom some of the most amazing old fashioned cake and cookie recipes.
So, often with our teatime, there would be a proper slice of her amazing yellow sponge cake – or angel food cake – or YUM – lemon squares! My sister took the mantle of the pastry cook – I took the mantle of the tea.
I also have many keepsakes of mom’s best loved things from the earthly realm. Her two favorite books – Jane Eyre, and this 1925 edition of One Hundred and One Famous Poems – from which she would read classic poetry to us with expressive joy – many passages she could quote by heart.
Guess I got that from her too . . .
Oh! And her favorite doll . . .
Actually, her only doll. Children today have so little appreciation of “things”. But, when “things” are scarce, you steward them well. This Horseman doll with tin “sleep” eyes still wears her original salmon colored outfit. She was beloved of my mother in her own childhood . . .
Mom introduced her to me and my sisters when we were in our teen years – taking it out of safe keeping and finally displaying it on her bed. I suppose she feared that, had she displayed it during our childhood years of doll playing, her own remnant of childhood might find itself – compromised.
To be sure – I lost my Suzy Homemaker Oven by allowing my three-year-old daughter to play with it too early. She used it as a stepping stool and – well – it never would bake a light bulb cake again.
Should have followed mom’s example there, too.
So honored to be the steward of these memories in the tangible keepsakes of baby dolls, books . . .
And lilies of the valley – new each spring in my yard – and displayed on my tea cabinet whenever I choose.
Sharing Mom’s Lily of the Valley this week with: