Two year ago, my mother sent me an email on her wedding anniversary with a picture attached of her China, four place settings, a Wedgewood pattern she didn’t select – she didn’t even remember registering – and subsequently didn’t use. Simpler times indeed.
But what struck me about her email was the message attached: “This is what we are doing on our anniversary! Two 19-year-olds received this beautiful China and didn’t know what to do with it! Any interest?”
My parents are celebrating their 60th anniversary
Nineteen years old? Yikes! At the time, I had a 19-year-old, and he better not be thinking about getting married.
Evidently it was a purge day at their house, even though my dad can tend to be a mild hoarder, begrudgingly parting with his personal treasures. My mom’s real message, almost subliminal,…
