Mema's perfect s'mores
Over the holidays me, Taylor, Griff, Mom, and Dad went to Mema and Papa's for spaghetti. It was a much needed visit with two of the most wonderful people I know. Anyways...Papa poured himself a cup of coffee into this 50 year-old coffee cup. Yes you heard me, 50 years old and not a chip or crack anywhere to be found. He sips out of the cup every morning and entrusts Mema with the responsibility of carefully washing his cup so he can continue his tradition. I remarked that it looked like he took it out of a diner. To my surprise, he actually did. He said when he was in high school his father owned a 24-hour diner in South Carolina and the cup came from that diner. It was amazing to me that after all the years, he still has this cup...this piece of history...a story to share with his grandchildren.
Over the holidays me, Taylor, Griff, Mom, and Dad went to Mema and Papa's for spaghetti. It was a much needed visit with two of the most wonderful people I know. Anyways...Papa poured himself a cup of coffee into this 50 year-old coffee cup. Yes you heard me, 50 years old and not a chip or crack anywhere to be found. He sips out of the cup every morning and entrusts Mema with the responsibility of carefully washing his cup so he can continue his tradition. I remarked that it looked like he took it out of a diner. To my surprise, he actually did. He said when he was in high school his father owned a 24-hour diner in South Carolina and the cup came from that diner. It was amazing to me that after all the years, he still has this cup...this piece of history...a story to share with his grandchildren.
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