ode to a white plate...

...which belonged to my grandmother

handed to my mother - -

then given to me...

for which i'm grateful - it's a reminder to me of the simple things my grandma enjoyed in life - for the plate is small - ordinary in its simplicity - not very ornate - yet outrageously beautiful...

grandma was not one for a lot of frills - she tended to like things pure - simple - organic - things didn't need to be fancy to impress her, thrill her or find her enjoying life - as i reflect - it occurs to me just how much she worked with her hands - creating things... and how much i admired that and being a part of it - for she lived with our family for a short spell when i was about 5 years old - grandma was all about having everyone involved - being a part of, not leaving anyone out - see what happens with a simple plate? a pure white plate grandma held dear for many years - one i can now pull out - and hold - and be flooded with a whole host of memories rushing back to me - one plate... from a loving grandma - always leads to...

a

happy day.....