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My daughter was looking at a candy dish with a lid. She said she had that bowl, but hers didn’t have a lid. In that moment I had a memory I had completely forgotten. It was teenage me, all awkward and bumbling, bouncing off a coffee table, knocking off the green candy dish. And breaking the lid. I could suddenly remember just how angry my mom was with me.
“Well”, I told my daughter, “it used to have a lid”...
It's funny how when you reach a certain age that antique stores are stocked with the things you grew up with...
ReplyDeleteMy friend has a sign in his shop that says he charges for people reminiscing who say "I have one just like that somewhere." Maybe you could buy the candy dish and make whole what you broke.
ReplyDeleteWe used to have antique stores. People would come in and see something from their childhood that when Mom had died they donated to good will so sold at auction and it made it's way to our shelves. Oh, we had this why this cost my Mom $1.00 and you're sell it for $35. that's highway robbery. It will never be $1. again get over it.
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