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Before Christmas every year, we would get our tree from a place in Vero Beach, they had a corner with defective trees. I did not see them as defective, and once decorated, they were beautiful. The company that sold the trees would always give me a coffee cup. These cups are some of my favorite cups because of the Christmas memories they bring to me.
I have never had a matching set of cups, plates, or drinking glasses. But the cups I do have all have a special meaning to me. This one was a gift from one of the kids, but I can no longer remember which one bought it. It has lots of reasons not to go fishing, but none of them say because of a bad back and hand.
Of course, this one is one of my favorites, it has a photo of two of my grandchildren. He is now eighteen, and she is sixteen. I look at it and wonder how time went by so fast. It feels like yesterday they were this small. When they were small, they liked hanging with grandma, now I only see them on special occasions..
One Christmas, we received two coffee cups, one with my husband's name and the meaning of it, and the other one with my name and meaning, but I dropped my cup and broke it. Mine said my name meant strange, but I can not remember the saying that was on it.
This cup was from my oldest granddaughter, she always calls me her awesome grams. Over the years, someone walked off with it, and it has yet to be returned. I have actually forgotten about it. I am happy that I took a picture of it.
I picked this one from a thrift store when I was on one of our sister trips. I did not like the little cups that were provided for us at the place we were staying. They were very thin and small, my coffee would be cold after a few sips. It is fairly thick but not too heavy.
Every grandma thinks she is number 1, and I agree we are. It is a pretty cup, but it does not keep the coffee hot. It is good for iced coffee.
I wonder if any cups are still made in the USA. This one is from the 1950's or 60's. I am not sure when Dad got it. Dad never washed his coffee pot, and I remember the cup looking pretty bad and him drinking from it. I know Mom washed it, but I think the coffee made it look bad. He would throw coffee grounds in the pot and boil them, he let it sit so the grounds would settle, and gently pour the coffee into his cup.
It belonged to my Dad, it is very thick and heavy. He liked to drink his coffee from it because he said it kept the coffee hot. It is from my childhood and my favorite because of him. I don't use it very often because it is so heavy, but I can not bring myself to get rid of it. Sometimes I like to hold it and think of Dad. I can see him sitting at the kitchen table, having his coffee with breakfast.
photos are mine