In the early 1930’s there was the popular Depression glass plates, bowls, and goblets of yellow, green and pink colors that were all the rage. Perhaps they were inside of Oatmeal boxes or other products.
My husband mentioned to me that during this time, the movie houses, certain stores and gas stations gave away dishes of various types as an incentive to entice customers to come into their establishment.
Although my mother tried to treat all three of us children equally, as I think back in time, she did many special things for me that the other children did not receive. Perhaps it was because I was the oldest.
When it was dinner time, I fussed because I did not want any of my food to touch the other items on my plate. My dad gruffly remarked, “What difference does it make; it all gets mixed in your stomach?” That remark did not satisfy me and I was particular if not peculiar.
Where Mother got it I am not certain, but somehow she was able to find a dinner plate that had three divisions. To my surprise she presented me with this marvelous dish.
Delighted was not the only word, I was ecstatic with joy to receive such a glorious plate.
Happily and with care, I piled my mashed potatoes, green beans and meat loaf into each area. It was my duty to gently wash my dish after each meal and it was then placed into a safe area away from our everyday dishes.
As time went by, I outgrew the need for my plate, and although I kept it - - eventually I passed on my precious plate to my daughter.
I am reminded that the Children of Israel were to “pass on” to their children the laws and traditions that had been given to Moses on the mountain. They were told to write them down so that their children could read and remember them.
Fill your plate with the meat, bread and milk of the Word, and then liberally share with others.
This post is linked to:
Ann Kroeker’s, Food on Fridays
And to Brag on God Friday with Laura