This tiny salt cellar ended up in my parents’ dining room hutch. It came from my maternal grandmother. It must have been buried in her pitcher collection. As with the silver one earlier, I never experienced the use of a salt cellar myself — I have always been a shaker kind of guy.
The label on the bottom is of a Crown and the word Austria.
This copper bear was a special keepsake of my mother’s. She got his item on a childhood camping trip out west that included Yellowstone National Park. The bear has a very worn sticker that says Yellowstone. The bear resided in the china cabinet in the dining room and then in the hutch as my mother decided to change out the dining room furniture. When the collection of miniature liquor bottles seemed to overrun the available space in the hutch, this little guy (3 oz., 4 inches) it was shifted to the shelf around the basement bathroom. But, no matter how many purges of “stuff” happened, this bear was kept.
My mother, her sister, and her parents, took a road trip from their home in Detroit, Michigan, out west in the 1930s. This was one of my mother’s favorite trips as a child and they camped in tents throughout the trip. This is probably one of the reasons, Mom had a real desire to camp on our family vacations (I did not inherit this gene!). Many of our trips were taken in various versions of camping tents, starting with an army pup tent (that had dead canvas odor) and ending with a series of rented pop up trailers with different configurations.
This sample from Grandma’s pitcher collection has the printing:
Ha! Ha! Ha!
You And Me
Little Brown Jug
Don’t I Love Thee
The bottom of the item contains the label :
Made In England
Grandma collected pitchers and kept them in the china cabinet in the dining room. She had a number of them, of which I have two (see earlier post on the miniature chamber pot). In addition to the two I have, Grandma also collected Toby Jugs (of which I do not have any) and Hummel Figurines – which will show up in future posts.
This silver napkin ring belonged to my Grandfather, Lee Norton Goodliff Weaver. How do I know? Well, besides having been told so by Grandpa Lee, I was surprised to see his name had been engraved on the ring (of course that was only after I had spent some time with silver polish did the engraving become visible.
My grandfather was always a fierce dog lover. I am do not remember stories of him having a dog as a child, but his grandparents, Charles and Esther Jenks Lee, did:
Not to be outdone by his Grandparents Lee, Grandpa also had a great sense of humor and used Bob, the dog, to help him in a prank photo:
During my mother’s and aunt’s childhoods, the Weaver family had a mostly Wire Hair Fox Terrier named Pal. For a while they also had Great Grandmother Weaver’s Pug named Toddles. Toddles was known to get into the martini’s that were being poured by either my grandfather or aunt. (Of course, this was my mother’s story, so she was not part of the getting Toddles sloshed).
When I was a child, we got a Terrier mix named Colonel in 1956. Colonel and Grandpa bonded.
Grandpa insisted on being our kennel service whenever we went on vacation and could not take him with us.
This magazine rack belonged to my grandparents. It was always full of different periodicals that I went through during each visit. The Saturday Evening Post, Look, Life, and Hidden Pictures were among my favorites.
I did not realize until I digitized old home movie film that my grandfather shot that this magazine rack predates me. It appears in movies of my older cousin and brother taken in their living room before I was born. I don’t quite remember when I got it; it seems like I have had it for ever.
This plate resided in my mother’s china cabinet. Always as a display item in the dining room. First on display in the mahogany secretary, then in the dining room hutch, and finally mounted on the wall with other special plates. The only thing I was ever told about it that it was her grandmother’s (Effie Clarissa Lee Weaver’s) plate. I do not ever remember it being used, it was for display only and for Mom to have a memory of her grandmother who was a large part of her life. The label on the back says it is MZ Austria. The company was famous for its hand-painted plates. Grandma Weaver was born in Southfield, Oakland County, Michigan on 3 August 1859 – 2 years before the beginning of the American Civil War, and died on 11 August, 1945 – 4 days before VJ Day and the end of World War II.
This sterling sliver Salt Cellar (and spoon) and Pepper shaker was always in my grandparents’ china cabinet. I must admit I never noticed it or asked about its origin when there was someone who could give me the details. My mother inherited it form her parents and I from my parents. Both items are in the form of a walnut — the salt cellar is half a shell while the pepper shaker is the complete shell standing upright. The bottom of the pepper shaker screws off to fill it.
When you think about it it is a much more civilized, not to mention health conscious, way to use salt instead of shaking it and hoping the flow is not too great.
My maternal grandmother, Florence Marie Koontz, had this watch and I found it at my parents’ home as part of the cleaning out. The engraving is FMK and the date on the fob (right photograph) is 1905. The clip fob on the right picture is the actual fob used by Grandma. All proper young ladies wore these in the early 1900s. More so, if they were in a work environment. Grandma graduated from Columbus High School with a diploma in Commercial Business – I think that means should could be a secretary, store clerk, or bookkeeper. If I remember correctly, Grandma did all three.
All this went into a drawer with the advent of the Ladies’ Wrist Watch. Sometimes, I am not so enchanted with the newer version.
Some of the items that was prevalent at my grandparents’ home were a number of these pink glass items to which I really did not pay a lot of attention growing up. Another “wish I had asked.” After Grandma moved from the family home to an apartment, my aunt and my mother divided up the collection that would not fit in the scaled back apartment. I was still clueless as to what this was. Then, when cleaning out my parents’ home after the death of my father, I found the great collection AND books on depression glass that my mother had purchased. I have not found the above specimen in either of Mom’s books.
These others, the bowl with the decorative work at the rim and the jelly bowl with ladle and underplate, were also part of what was part of Grandma’s collection.