The Things We Save - Grannie's Crystal Cup
Oil on Masonite
If Grannie only knew how often I think of her. How her crystal sparks memories. Special recipes recreated in the New World, served in her small kitchen. The unspoken sadness of what was lost mingled with the comfort of a family gathering.
If she only knew I still make her porcupine cake and serve it on her crystal platter. Life goes on. And with it all the seemingly insignificant past that gets played again for the next generation. Nothing is lost.