Unboxing Sweet Memories

I think it must be the turn in the weather, the sight of flurries that has me in a nesting “let’s get organized” mood. I’ve been that way in the office and I’m clearly that way at home too.

I’ve decided to tackle the basement and the boxes and boxes of inherited memories and mystery containers that have stickers from two house moves ago.

So far I’ve only managed to transfer what’s been hidden downstairs up to the tiny guest room, which is now impassable.

But, in all this shifting, I found a little treasure. Pictured is a honey-colored honeycomb dish.

I would probably never own such a thing, though I’ve seen them recently in markets catering to the back-to-nature, whole foods set.

This one was given to me by my grandmother. It was actually a gift to my parents, who ran off to Mexico to get married when they were 19. When they found out that not even the Mexican government would allow such a thing, they got hitched in New Mexico, then had a family reception back in Indiana.

I may have the details off…I’ll check and correct if need be. Anyway, they were not a couple that, to my grandmother, seemed like they were going to stay put and settle down. So right she was.

This wise woman decided that a breakable wedding gift was probably not a good idea. So she held onto this honey dish and eventually gave it to me. I wasn’t even married at the time. Maybe she thought this would nudge me in the right direction.