I am the only child of an only daughter, Elizabeth, and the namesake of her mother, Eloise, whom we called NaNa. Thus, I have stacks and stacks of dishes. Two “every day” and three fine china sets. I’ve rarely used the “good china,” NaNa’s, Mother’s, or mine.
My husband, Jerry, and I moved to the house where we now live with fourteen dish barrels. Few kitchens can accommodate a parade of that many large corrugated boxes plus a table and chairs. Traffic flow was difficult for days.
Even so, with all this china, Jerry and I still didn’t have enough cereal bowls. Although we had many dinner plates, cups, and saucers, we had only three bowls left from my favorite every day china and three from the other. We seem…
