When my Mom and Dad died I was responsible to handle their estates. One thing that seemed to work well was to give everyone a chance to say what items they particularly valued, that they would cherish for the memories.
My Mom had several vases but three of them stood out for me, including this white one with the classic shape.
Mom’s White Classic Vase with Last Zinnias of Summer
Growing up I wasn’t real fond of this vase; it is white which I don’t care for, but I always liked the shape. It is perfect for flowers. Now that I’m older and have a little clue about American glass and a very small clue about American pottery I recognized this glaze as Haeger Potteries. It’s a soft, clear white glaze with a sheen. You can read about Haeger Potteries here.
When Mom died, I realized that this vase would help me remember her. Mom loved flowers and always had a garden. She enjoyed picking bouquets and this vase was a perennial favorite. Plus, now that my tastes have matured (a little) I appreciate the soft white color more and still like the lovely shape.
I’m sharing this because we all have or want to have something tangible to help us remember people we love. I have many things from my Mom, her clock, her silver flatware, even her dresser. But the things that she valued the most are the ones I treasure. They remind me of her so much.
This week Jill posted a link on my Facebook page to her blog, A Little Bit of Everything. She showed her Mom’s depression glass but it was a comment she made that resonated with me, and it’s the reason I’m sharing this vase with you now.
Mom loved dishes – she seemed to really like depression glass, particularly pink and green. I never took much stock of these dishes before but now I wish I had and maybe I would know more and be able to identify them. I brought back a few…
It’s true. We don’t always think much of our parents’ treasures and maybe we don’t value them. I often wonder about the people from whom I bought glass. Did they ever regret selling instead of keeping it? Maybe when we are young we don’t value “old stuff” but as we grow maybe we change our minds. Then our Mom’s vase or her depression glass becomes so special.
What special things do you have?