And children were to be seen and not heard.And when "company" was coming over, you'd better act right!
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And children were to be seen and not heard.And when "company" was coming over, you'd better act right!
And children were to be seen and not heard.![]()
Been there, done that....top of the stairs...
And we had to put on nice clothes.Yep...I remember when "company" was a big deal. And when "company" was coming over, you'd better act right!
Given my position as "eldest" in my family, I have inherited both a set of fine china, and a set of sterling silverware (in a lined, hardwood case no less), none of which have ever been used whilst in our custody. Mrs. Winslow and I do not "entertain," nor do we have progeny upon whom to foist these things any further. They are boxed up inside other boxes, stuck out of the way on high shelves, where they never see the light of day. They may well have reached a dead end with us, and I haven't the faintest fornicatory clue what will become of them when I shuffle off this coil."oh it used to be when you got married or maybe if an older relative died, you got these very special fancy plates as a gift, but they were too fancy to use, so you bought a big expensive display case to keep them in so you could see them, but only took them out and used them once a year or maybe never"
Break them out now, and use them every day.Given my position as "eldest" in my family, I have inherited both a set of fine china, and a set of sterling silverware (in a lined, hardwood case no less), none of which have ever been used whilst in our custody. Mrs. Winslow and I do not "entertain," nor do we have progeny upon whom to foist these things any further. They are boxed up inside other boxes, stuck out of the way on high shelves, where they never see the light of day. They may well have reached a dead end with us, and I haven't the faintest fornicatory clue what will become of them when I shuffle off this coil.![]()
And nobody wants to buy any of it either. I have a lot of my parents' china and other 'stuff' I can't even give away.Kinda vaguely in the same realm as the "for when we have company over" related items, fine china and all the display furniture related to it as a household thing. Recently I've been checking thrift shops for a little bookshelf or something that we can put in a corner and display all the arts and crafts my kids and I make together, and on one of those trips I had to explain to my 10 year old daughter what a "china hutch" is. I had to explain the context of "oh it used to be when you got married or maybe if an older relative died, you got these very special fancy plates as a gift, but they were too fancy to use, so you bought a big expensive display case to keep them in so you could see them, but only took them out and used them once a year or maybe never". She was so confused by that and honestly I agreed, my parents didn't even have fine china or a hutch, but my grandma did when I was a kid. I'm pretty sure I asked her the same puzzled questions my daughter did about them, but she was just annoyed and probably huffed a little and ignored me.
Our house is very much free of the "this is a very fancy version of an ostensibly functional item, that you must never touch or use" stuff. All the towels, pillows, and plates are for being used.
A friend of mine has all her family's sterling silver and fine china, because here parents and grandparents were unfortunately all passed away by the time she was 30 and she just uses them daily, no special occasions. She has to polish the silver occasionally, but that's the kind of thing she likes to do, she also refurbishes old drafting tools.Given my position as "eldest" in my family, I have inherited both a set of fine china, and a set of sterling silverware (in a lined, hardwood case no less), none of which have ever been used whilst in our custody. Mrs. Winslow and I do not "entertain," nor do we have progeny upon whom to foist these things any further. They are boxed up inside other boxes, stuck out of the way on high shelves, where they never see the light of day. They may well have reached a dead end with us, and I haven't the faintest fornicatory clue what will become of them when I shuffle off this coil.![]()
That goes along with the first guitar amp I owned. A Gregory 007 amp.
File under "things I was taught as a young man."