When Nana died, the only thing I got from her was the purple bowl, but because I was moving around, my mom kept it for me. She used it, unbeknownst to me, and one time, when she was carrying something in it, dropped it and broke my purple bowl. She didn't even tell me about it for years.
The worst part of that story is she threw the pieces away. She didn't save a sliver of the bowl for me to look at. Not a shard of color to remember my Nana's colorful carroted meals by. It brings tears to my eyes 30 years later.
Over the years, I've watched Martha Stewart-type shows that take broken mementos and turn them into beautiful picture frames, glass table tops, crystal outlines for mirrors - all sorts of great ideas of things to do with once-trash-able items. My heart aches for those periwinkle pieces lying in some landfill somewhere in Florida.
My family knows this story. They all know this story well. A storyteller that makes people laugh, I also know how to make people feel pretty sorry for me, too, when I want to. I use this story as an object lesson to keep my family from touching my things. They know the message.
So, the other day when I looked up on the mantel and saw my wedding (to my former husband) champagne glass upside down with the stem broken off (see pictures above), I was a might alarmed. I asked what happened and was told the wind had blown down a picture I had propped up (that was supposed to have been mounted on the wall already) and it'd knocked down the things on the mantle, including my champagne glass.
"Where's the bottom?" I implored.
I was told it had been cleaned up and thrown away. You can imagine my concern (to put it mildly).
My voice rose and I asked where the shards were and they said they were in the trash, probably still in the kitchen. I immediately got up to go rifle through the garbage. I don't think I was shrieking, but was told I was. I felt I kept my voice in check, but was saying, quite firmly, "Didn't you THINK to keep the pieces?!? Didn't you remember my Nana's purple bowl? How could you throw the pieces away? You saved the top! You knew to save that much!" All the while I am flinging disgusting yuck on the floor, not caring what it is or that I would have to clean it up in later.