You might have noticed that I like to tell a tale or two here, so I'm a bit surprised I've never joined in with Sian's 'Storytelling Sunday' which she's been hosting all year at From High in the Sky. So let me make up for that straight away...
A few years ago, while visiting Grandma I mentioned to my Mam how much I liked the [I don't know exactly what to call it ... is it a mug? A cup? A glamorous Toby Jug?] ... so let's call it the pretty ornament! Whatever she is, I liked her ...
Later on Mam joked to Grandma: "Julie's putting her name on that ... for when you've gone". [Don't worry ... that was Grandma's sense of humour too!] and to this day I remember vividly what happened next.
A look of surprise but also pleasure spread across her fac as she weighed up the situation. You see, she didn't own many of those things that some families put value on and hand down through genrations [no house, no diamond rings, no family silver] and I think she was taken aback at hearing that I wanted something of hers.
"Do you really want it?" she asked and when I nodded 'Yes' she replied without skipping a beat:
"Then take it now".
Which is how Grandma's treasure became mine.
And while I no longer get to see Grandma's face I do get see this one, every single day:
Better still, Grandma had a habit for storing things in vases and jars and now I seem to have taken up that mantle, as carrying on in that tradition, I now use my heirloom pretty-lady-jug to store my earrings in!
I think Grandma would be happy to know that, quite apart from a much-loved ornament, I've inherited aspects of her character too.
Thanks for listening to my story, if you're in the mood for more, drop in on Sian to see who else has left a link to theirs.