This very painful to grab ahold set of cut glass was always on the dinner table whenever the good china was hauled out for special dinners. That is, until Mom decided to have a more “modern” version of serving pieces and relegated this set to an upper cupboard and used the glass and chrome set instead.
It wasn’t until I found Mom’s wedding book that I found out this was a wedding gift to my parents in 1943. Luckily, I pulled it out of the items being placed in the estate sale we held at my parents’ home just before selling it.
As long as I can remember the china cabinet in my parents’ home contained a number of these stemware pieces. Mom called them wine glasses and sherbet glasses. The number of these decreased over the years. I can attest to the fragility of these pieces as my child-self had to fess up to at least one of their breakage incidents. As it stands, there were 4 wine glasses and one sherbet remaining when it came time to divide up the contents of my parents’ home. Over the years, new wine glasses came into the house and were in constant use, but Mom would not part with these last 5 items. I admit I never asked why. It wasn’t until I was going through the mass of folders/notebooks/albums as I was inventorying the contents of their home, that I found out the stemware was a wedding gift given to my parents almost 80 years ago.
So, they now reside in my china cabinet, along with our own collection of stemware that seems to have survived without breakage. Well, at least the good stuff made it. The everyday stemware has been replaced twice in our years of marriage.
This miniature tea cut was always in Grandma Florence’s china cabinet. It happens to be one of the items Grandma stuck a note inside:
Besides having a note in my grandmother’s handwriting, this gives the provenance of the item:
From Aunt Myra. Gr Weaver brot it to her from Neb. Many years ago. Perhaps before Gr & Gr were married ’91.
The cup, itself, is only 2 inches across for the bowl which also has a rose on the interior.
Now to decode Grandma’s note: Aunt Myra, was Hannah Almira Lee Churches, my Grandfather’s (Lee Goodliff Weaver) aunt, sister of his mother, Effie Clarissa Lee Weaver. Gr Weaver refers to Grandma Weaver (Effie Clarissa Lee Weaver) brought her from Nebraska many years ago perhaps before Grandmother and Grandfather (Lemuel Weaver) were married in 1891.
Now the story that adds to the basic note:
Grandma Weaver [my great grandmother] was in Nebraska “visiting” her mother’s (Esther Jenk Lee) sister, Minerva B. Jenks Barnes Bolton Hall. Aunt Minerva had moved to Nebraska after her divorce from her second husband, Samuel Bolton. With Aunt Minerva, came her three children: Seth Adelbert Barnes, Erminnie Barnes, and Guy Washington Bolton. The first two children were by her first husband, Nathaniel Barnes who died 28 September 1871, in Detroit. Guy Washington was the product of her marriage to Samuel. Since Aunt Minerva was running a boarding house and had 3 children, Great Grandmother probably went to help with the chores. While “visiting” in Norfolk, Madison County, Nebraska, Grandmother was able to also work in an asylum for the mentally impaired. It was there that she met Grandfather Weaver who also was working at the same asylum. They married in Norfolk on 1 August 1891. This brought about the family chant that “they met and married in an insane asylum.”
On this date, 189 years ago, 25 September 1832, 27 year old Gottlieb Weber arrived in New York from Amsterdam, Netherlands, aboard the Konig Albert. Gottlieb was my Great Great Grandfather.
Gottlieb was born 7 January 1806, in Schomberg, Wurttemburg, to Johann Adam Weber and Anna Barbara Holzapfel. He was baptized in the Evangelische Kirche, Schomberg on the same day. Then, 27 years later, he is on a ship leaving Amsterdam for America. On the passenger list for the Albert, Grandfather’s occupation is listed as a joiner (A joiner is an artisan and tradesperson who builds things by joining pieces of wood, particularly lighter and more ornamental work than that done by a carpenter, including furniture and the “fittings” of a house, ship, etc.).
Grandfather arrived at New York in late September,1832, but the next 3 years were very busy. By 29 January1835, he had moved on to Washington County, Pennsylvania; changed his name to Goodliff Weaver, and married my Great Great Grandmother, Anne Lane, daughter of Richard and Mary Gayer Lane. The pair had 12 children, only two of whom died in infancy (Mary Ann, 1836, and Eric, 1864).
By the time of the birth of their third child, William Powell Weaver, on 3 April 1840, the couple had removed to Monroe Township, Morgan County, Ohio. Grandmother’s parents and younger siblings also migrated at the same time. Subsequent children, including my great grandfather, Lemuel, were born there. It appears Ohio redrew some county lines as by 1842, Monroe was in Perry County instead of Morgan County.
Grandfather died one month after (15 November 1864) the death of his wife, Anne (14 October 1864).
This pair of Hummel Figurines was purchased by my parents on one of their trips to Europe.
Umbrella Boy” Goebel Hummel Figurine #152/0 A TMK1 Incised Crown – Little Boy Under Big Umbrella After A Rain Storm! – Value @ $250.00
“Umbrella Girl” Goebel Hummel Figurine 152 It features a young girl under his umbrella waiting for the rain to pass.- Value @ $ 250.00
Both items are signed and labeled W. Germany. So, like Grandma’s they date back to prior to reunification.
Mom had a large collection of these figurines. Unfortunately, I found a shopping bag in my parents’ attic full of broken ones. There seemed to have been a major mishap. These two are the largest ones to have survived. In addition to the one (prior post) that belonged to my Grandmother, there are three others that survived:
The last one is the only one with the label of simply Germany (after reunification). All three of these have been signed.
When my grandmother passed away in 1981, my mother and aunt split up a number of the items they liked. My mother got a number of Hummell figurines. The Boot Boy is the only one that survived being damaged over the years. This one in particular is unique in the set that I inherited when my parents’ estate was divided up (my mother and father bought a number of pieces on the trips to Europe). In addition to the Hummell logo and the engraved number, this one is stamped W. Germany — It’s original purchase was made in the post World War 2 era when Germany had been divided between the United States, Great Britain, France (grouped as West Germany or the Federal Republic of Germany) and the USSR (East Germany or the German Democratic Republic). The two were reunified in 1990.
I never understood why East Germany’s official name was the German Democratic Republic because it was a far from Democracy as any totalitarian state at the time.
Now, I never remember seeing this at my parents’ home prior to when I had to inventory the contents of their possessions for my father’s estate (my mother predeceased him by almost 14 years).
I do have memories of my mother, my aunt, and my grandmother packing up the 4 cousins for a day trip to Windsor, Canada, to make the annual purchase of an English Bone China tea cup and saucer. Of course, Mom used them for coffee. This cup and saucer looks to be older than those items brought from Canada during my childhood. I never remember it at my maternal grandparents’ home either. It is one of the items I just wish I would have been lucky enough to find one of Grandma’s little notes inside to tell where it came from.
Having this and not knowing where it came from and how it eventually ended up in my possession is one of the reasons I switched over to cataloging the items I have received and that no one but me is sure of where it came from.
Before there were Barbie Shoes or Legos Blocks to cripple a parent, there were jacks. I can just imaging Grandpa Lee stepping on one and yelling “Leila Marie” or “Jmae Dorothy” as he agonized in pain. Even back then, use of the middle name signified real peril. I am not sure which of the sisters was the owner or might have been the one to leave one on the floor, but the full set and a very “seen better days” rubber ball were still at my grandparents’ house when I was a child. The ball actually looked like the family dog, Pal, may have appropriated it at one time, My mother tried to explain how to play the game, but we were more interested in using them as bowling pins and throwing the gnarly ball at them.
And you needed help to button up your shoes / spats. Not sure if this was my grandmother’s or my grandfather’s (there are those WW I pictures of him in uniform with spats).
And then there was Grandma Florence with her high top shoes, all buttoned up.
Anyway, I found this button hook among other things that belonged to my grandmother when I was cleaning out my parents’ home. At first, I wondered what the heck it was, but I was able to figure it out with the help of eBay and Google. It is definitely one of those objects, if you didn’t know what is was or what era it had originated, you would be totally confused.
These little dogs (the big one is 2 inches tall) were always on the kitchen windowsill at my parents’ home. They were my mother’s (just like the Coca-Cola bottle). I do not know who broke the one that is missing it’s head or when it occurred. My longest memory is of number 3 being headless. My second longest memory is of Mom forcefully saying “Don’t touch those“.
As a child, my mother’s family had a Wire Hair Fox Terrier (mix) named Pal. The dogs look like the WHFT breed.