Grandma’s doll china

While we were in Kansas this past September, Bill’s brother David gave me an old wooden cupboard that had belonged to their grandmother. He said he didn’t know what she had kept in it.

I knew. David was only 5 years old when I first met their grandmother, whose home was as full of collectibles as a proper Victorian lady. And years ago she had given me these mismatched bits of dolls china — that she used to keep in the old cupboard. Now they are reunited, after all these years.

I also have a child-sized cast iron skillet and iron with wooden handle, both childhood toys of Grandma’s.