My mom gave me her and dad’s old dish set years ago. Part of that growing up thing.
I don’t use them anymore, they’ve been wrapped up since I moved to Raleigh from the coast in 2012, so today I offered them up to my sisters. If they don’t want them, another thing to donate to the thrift store…
The sentimental in me wants to keep them, lots of memories of being a kid and eating off of these. Rosa’s Pizza. Liver. Brussel sprouts. Spam.
Well, not all memories are gold.