Inherited measuring cups
The day came when it was time to dispose of my mother’s belongings following her death. It was hard and it was sad. Amazing how many objects a person collects over a lifetime. The decisions on disposal were left to me and my oldest brother. There were so many belongings to claim, give away, or donate to charity.
Some of our family came to help; the grandkids and some cousins, thankfully. There were all manner of things: The large (piano), the small (delicate crystal BELL), books, dishes, pots and pans, computer, furniture, garden tools, costume jewelry, photos. We loaded up a borrowed cube-van and found homes for it all.
I laid claim to an ancient set of aluminum measuring cups. Those cups, around some 60 years since my parent’s marriage, had constant use whether measuring dry goods in the kitchen or a multitude of other uses by me and my brothers.
We might be playing cowboys and Indians under the blanket-draped kitchen table, the humidifier blasting moist Vicks vapor-rub air into our lungs, little cups filled with treasures of raisins and chocolate chips ready for snacking. They were great bath toys: we used them to measure water and bubbles. And splash and pour.
They were guaranteed entertainment to an infant parked on the kitchen floor with a few cups and a wooden spoon. And infinitely durable.
Of course their primary use over the years was performing their intended function during all those years – my mother was an excellent baker. Our desserts were homemade. Pies, cookies, candy, cakes, oh my.
Her grandkids had a tradition of eating cinnamon toast at grandma’s house. The cinnamon and sugar mixture was stored in one of those battered aluminum measuring cups. The kids went right for the kitchen upon arrival and made toast.
So I have them now and use them just about every day. I just had some raisins served up in the 1/3 cup size measuring cup. Just like the old days. Funny that such a small thing provides so much comfort.
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This is my first visit to your blog and this post welcomed me. It is fascinating how one object has come to present many memories, all of which are happy. Also, you are not going to find those kind of measuring cups anywhere these days. An object to be truly treasured, not because it is unique, but the memories behind it too. Thank you so much for sharing.
I'm SO there.
Mom still has a couple of serving bowls handed down from her Grandmother...!
I have a couple of little crystal bells too that sit in the glassware cupboard, the kids used to love their 'fairy'tinkle. Aww getting all nostalgic now.