The corner cupboard in our kitchen holds dishes and glassware that we use for company meals plus several keepsakes.
A candy jar in the back of the top shelf was our gift to Mary and her second husband, Mark, for their marriage. Mary was my mother’s best friend since they were girls and consequently, my honorary aunt who always fussed over me. She was also my boss when I worked at the Rockford office of the U.S. Department of Agriculture before I was married. She gave the container back to me shortly before she died. Her parting words when I left her apartment at the end of my last visit were, “Tell Kenny to keep his shoes shined.” She wanted my husband to serve as one of her pall bearers.
On the middle shelf sits a tea pot Doris gave me shortly before she passed away. From the time she was diagnosed with scleroderma, a fatal disease, she knew her time was limited. I had grown up wanting to be just like my older cousin.
Next to it, is a small bowl and ladle that belonged to Aunt Marion, one of Dad’s three sisters. She and her husband, Raymond, lived in the Milwaukee suburbs and were thought of as “the rich relatives.” A cousin who was settling her estate passed it along to me.
Those three women had no children of their own so they took a special interest in other people’s offspring.
The bottom shelf seems to be reserved for grandparents. A cake plate that belonged to my grandmother, Jessie Tschabold, sits to the left. One of my cousins gave it to me after Grandma’s death.
It is joined by items from Ken’s grandfather, Eugene Ditzler. He spent his adult life operating a drug store in Davis. In the middle stands a brick from that building that bears a painting of the establishment. On the right is one of the candy dishes that sat in a glass covered counter displaying such varieties as malted milk balls and chocolate stars that could be bought for pennies clutched in the hands of children.
What are your keepsakes?