I received a package in the mail from my aunt who is cleaning out cupboards in anticipation of moving. She found four china mugs that belonged to my grandmother. Since my grandmother had given me her china, she sent the mugs along to me. I remember my grandmother using these mugs as we enjoyed our wonderful visits. I can still see her rubbing the top of the handle with her thumb as we chatted. My grandmother LOVED her coffee from before sun up to well past sun down. She also ONLY drank her coffee out of a "real china" cup. A chunky mug would not do. Needless to say, I am thrilled to have them.
|Notice the gold rubbed off the top of the handle?|
|The birthday candles kept relighting.|
The small town of Kelso is along the way and we stopped to eat our picnic lunch there. I can imagine the town in it's prime, but the train station, post office and jail are about all that is left. I am not sure that I would like to be locked up in this jail during the summer heat.
|The train depot.|
|They did cover the bars as you can read here.|
|Still not too inviting.|
|I doubt that it is still in use.|
|Nice and clean for the moment.|
|Modern Siggy Swap blocks.|
|It is still pretty big.|