Coppery

Just a quick EB before calling it a (long) day. A note on the bottom of this little cup, in my grandmother’s neat cursive, reads “Belonged to Otho’s Dad’s brother, Johnny.” In other words, my great great uncle. He was born in 1876 and died just before half the family uprooted and wagontrained west to Montana. Had he meant to go too? No idea what happened, no clues on Ancestry, and no one left to ask. Somehow the cup went to Johnny’s little brother, my Great Granddad Jay, and all these years later sits on a shelf in my house.