Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | August 28, 2011

Saturday night sacrament

Last night Ann made martinis which we drank out of the stylish platinum-rimmed cocktail glasses that were a wedding gift to Jeff’s parents Jim and Anna in 1938. The only other time I recall drinking from these glasses was to toast with champagne on Jeff’s last Thanksgiving, again surrounded by loved ones and aware of the significance of the gesture.

My friends were uneasy about taking the delicate glasses out to my decrepit picnic table and shaggy lawn. But I would rather use and break them than have them sit always protected in the cabinet, too precious to share. After an hour, even the friends drinking cheap red wine had switched to the cherished heirloom stemware.

We did not break any.

But I have not washed them yet.



  1. your words so touch me


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