12 January 2012
My grandmother, Daisy Graf Fredricks, lived a simple life as a farmer's daughter and wife. She lived a humble life. She was a kind, loving, Christian women with a wonderful laugh. She didn't have a lot, but anytime I visited her she made me feel welcome. Our family usually visited her at least once a year.
So, when my mother asked if I would like to have a creamer that belonged to her I said, "yes". I think this is the only heirloom my mother had from her mother. It is special to me because of this. In the spring, I use it as a vase. It is in pretty good condition. Although, it does have one small chip on the spout. I think she would get a chuckle out of my using it. She probably doesn't think anyone would want "that old thing". She was like that.
The creamer is a waffle pattern with scallops and real? gold on the rim. It is a pressed glass cream. I imagine my grandmother pouring her fresh cream into the small pitcher in the morning for her coffee, or maybe for fresh strawberries. I have a faint memory of it on her table at her home in Brethren, Michigan. I may have been having a snack at the time, probably cookies.
Grandma Fredrick's creamer is one that I will treasure for years to come.
(I even found it on etsy as an antique!)