Found in the barn

We’ve been cleaning up stuff in the Nova Scotia house, opening boxes that haven’t seen the light of day in 10 and even 20 years. One contained this set of favorite coffee cups of the past:
once-favorite coffee cups

I can remember the feel of each of them, and recall the sense of loss as, one by one, their handles broke and a successor had to be chosen from the trove of Karen Truesdell cups. The cleanup task has had lots of similar moments of remembrance.