COME FOR Tea
When my daughter inherited her grandmother’s china, she was only 10 years old, more interested in painting and soccer games than in bone china. We packed away the fragile dishes, with their tiny pink flowers and pale green leaves, a delicate pattern that had reminded Rena of her youngest granddaughter. The set of china remained tucked away in our attic until Emily was older and had moved beyond soccer balls (but not the paints, brushes, and canvases). The china, which graced my mother-in-law’s table for many years at every special family occasion, is a pattern that is no longer manufactured. Now my daughter takes extra care when the pieces—a tangible connection to her grandmother—are used in her home. Should Emily want to add to the set or to replace a piece accidentally…
