My Precious Glass Serving Platter

I have always been a person who feels that people should come together

, to enjoy spending time with each other. You can always find a reason to have supper and share personal stories. I used to think it was important for people to eat, drink and be merry. The aftermath, which involved my lovely glass serving platter, changed my way of thinking.

My sweet grandmother, who came to this country from Russia, with my grandfather so they would not be persecuted for their religious beliefs, was the person who gave me the lovely plate. My grandparents got here with nothing but, one set of clothes, a pillow and blanket, and the large glass dish. My grandmother ended up gifting this to me.

My great-grandmother was the actual receiving party for this gift. There was boy in her village who was smitten with her, and apparently he loved her dearly. There was talk that they might marry, and in his love for her, he made this large plate made of glass, just for her. He was a glass maker, and supposedly was very good at his trade. When he declared his love, he gave her the glass dish. Horribly, he passed away after a long bought with a terrible illness.

The masterpiece he created was a beautiful, luminous, light-blue with very little red and yellow flowers made of glass, which were placed along the edges of the platter. Never, in my whole life, have I seen anything which can match the elegance of this dish.

I used this dish for many years during my ceremonies. There were never any problems. But, for some reason, I did not feel good about using it for the very last dinner I hosted. I just thought it was some kind of jitters I was having and did not pay attention to my premonition. My antique platter was destroyed on this evening.

This lovely plate, which my grandmother had brought safely to this country, wrapped in a bedroll, suffering no blemish, had found its demise in the hands of an individual who had drunk too much. Holding the plate high, planning to make a joke about the food, which the plate held, he fell backwards and the plate hit the floor, shattering into hundreds of pieces. I will never entertain in my home, ever again.

by: MaryMay Braun

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