This vintage 1950's Federal Glass Pitcher with the Star Clear Pattern, belonged to my Grandmother, and has been shut inside my cabinet since 1990 when my mother passed away. Today it sparkles in my NOOK. While washing the pitcher I found it full of old old memories.
Born in 1900
married in 1923 in a flapper dress and hat similar to below
Divorced in 1935 (gasp) a single mom of 2 young daughters, age 10 and 2.
She hated cooking. As do I!
When we visited, she had a baked ham with pineapple, brown sugar and cloves.
That was it. We had to do the rest.
She lived with a bottle of Coca Cola in her right hand and a cigarette in her left.
There was a death sentence involved if we touched the CRATES of cola on her back porch.
She had 3 porches, 6 rockers and a swing on those porches.
The porches were on a Cracker House.. click HERE for what they look like.
I read and rocked and swung hundreds of miles on those porches.
She worked her whole life, in the bakery they owned
and after that in a hospital in central supply.
We lived in Savannah, she lived here in Florida, 387 miles away.
We traveled by train twice a year to visit her, from 1944 through 1953.
1953 - 1959 we moved from Savannah to Kentucky
From 1959 until she died in 1969, mother drove us here.
Daddy did not come, she never liked him. He married her daughter, my mother, on her 18th birthday, and took her to Savannah. He turned 30 only 3 weeks after the marriage.
My Granddaddy lived in Savannah, working in the CC camps. That made it even worse to her.
I loved her old cracker house. I loved going through drawers and looking at treasures, and digging through her hope chest where mother baby teeth lived in a Ponds jar.
I loved all her RED shoes.
I loved her red purses
I loved her.
|It has a star on the bottom and this big star up each side|