My grandfather gave this to my grandmother. I remember seeing it in the small home that edged on the woolen mill. My cousin recently gave this to me. I didn’t react so much at the time. Dad was here visiting and I was struck by the memory of my grandparents to the point that I could not react. Alone with the tea set today, I am emotional. It contains a bit of them…their love, as does Mom’s flannel house coat that I have wrapped around me on this chilly morning. My father gave the azalea plant to me. He used to buy my mother azalea plants and she worked hard to have them live and bloom again. I will do the same work. Objects can somehow absorb a bit of love.