This glass and bowl belonged to my maternal grandmother...if you are a sucker for a great love story, read this blog post by my aunt about my grandparents ... Smitten ... it will knock your socks off.
Anyway, back to my story.
My Granny Violet (I called her just "Violet" until I was 10 because she said she was too young to be a grandmother, when she turned 50 she decided it was OK to add the Granny) was one of my favorite people in the entire world. She spoiled me rotten in all the right ways and took unconditional love to a whole new level. I spent much of my childhood at her house, and THIS bowl was my oatmeal bowl.
Violet made the BEST oatmeal... except for the fact that I'm not sure there was actually any oatmeal involved. It was a big soupy concoction of butter, sugar and milk... and butter, sugar and milk... and, to appease my health nut (nazi) daddy I'm guessing... oatmeal. Did I mention butter, sugar and milk? Right beside my healthy bowl of oatmeal sat this glass full of whole milk. YUM, YUM. Even after I became an adult, fully aware of the amount of treadmill time it would take to work off this heavenly bowl of Granny Violet love, I just could not turn it down.
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| Vintage Quaker Oats Cookie Jar |
When my beloved Granny Violet died too soon and unexpectedly we went to her tiny little seniors apartment to sort through her things. When I opened the kitchen cupboards, there they were... the bowl and glass that held all the love she showered on me my entire life. They are now in my cupboards, and they make me feel warm and happy every time I open my cabinets... milk instantly tastes BETTER in that glass, especially if I'm having a really crappy day. I can just picture her telling my daddy she fed me oatmeal for breakfast... thank God he never actually LOOKED in the bowl.
I found these glasses and bowls on etsy... same glass pattern, in blue... and very similar bowls... just in case you love them, too. Can't promise the milk and oatmeal will taste quite as good, but they are still great...
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| Vintage Anchor Hocking Glasses |
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| Oatmeal... or Cereal Bowls |
Ahhhh, such a sweet memento thanks for sharing! So, did you add to your collection? Funny how we look for vintage things from our childhood. Every so often I look for a Tupperware sugar server we always had at the breakfast table, seems in the 70's we put sugar on all our cereal, LOL!
ReplyDeleteWOnderful story I have simliar memories of my Grandmother I have things of hers I would never let go! Love the blue glasses too :)
ReplyDeleteMost of my comfort things are toys.. though ur post reminded me of the ceramic fairy tale cups my mother used to give us warm milk in. I MUST find out what she did with those (if she still has them)
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful for you to have mementos from your childhood. What a sweet granny Violet must have been. I think I would have loved her oatmeal!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great story....it's triggered my own happy memories, thanks for that!
ReplyDeleteKelly,
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post about Mother. I loved it but it did make me emotional. She did make great oatmeal, oh I mean sugar, butter and milk. Don't know if you have seen my post today, but it's about Mama Dora and Papa Tom. I think our one brain is kicking in again.:)
Love you
I think I was commenting on your post at the same time you were commenting on mine... love that brain of ours! HA!
ReplyDeleteLove this story, my old house used to belong to my great aunt Gladys and I have many family things. I especially love using my grandmother's Metlox green rooster dishes, they were her everyday set and I remember many meals on them. I've added to the set and use them every day. You've given me an idea to do a post on all my heirlooms!
ReplyDeleteAwww, I definitely have special bowls and coffee mugs, hehe. And you're right, things just taste BETTER in them! :-D
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Veronica
"Stuff" has a way of being very valuable, doesn't it :) But it's more the story, the memories, the love that is valuable :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
This is such a sweet memory!
ReplyDeleteThis is bizarre--I made a comment this morning but it's gone. I have that same bowl it was my grandmother's and I only hand-wash it because I am to afraid to put it in my dishwasher.
ReplyDeleteYes, comfort dishes live in my house too! Thanks for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteYes.. I have a comfort dishes too. These fabulous bowls I bought my first year in college years ago.
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I am liking that oatmeal tin. Anything to do with storage is key for me.
ReplyDeleteI am the say way with comfort. Not food, but things. Good post idea, in fact!
What a wonderful post! I have so many things that belonged to my family and my husband's parents that I love looking at or using every day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on my blog!
Awww! I love this story! Some things are just so special...
ReplyDeleteI have a couple of those blue flower glasses and I have the pitcher that goes with them! Used to be my grandmother's.
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