Four small, simple items which bring great pleasure.
The first, a Butter Container, I chanced upon when browsing the wonderful secondhand shops of Strathalbyn, South Australia, over two decades ago. Stopping off on a visit to mum and dad (Kathleen Mary Allan & Harry Scarborough Crout), at their retirement home in Goolwa, I acquired not only the butter dish but an aged/antique double bed.
Looking at, touching and using everyday items in Green Depression glass flips me right back to my childhood. To comforting memories of meals around the kitchen table, mum’s yummy cooking, grandpa’s antics, dad’s bursts of anger, food likes and dislikes and brother John’s sunburn which, much to mum’s horror, covered his entire body… not to mention the lidless tomato sauce bottle spraying its contents hither and thither. The list is endless. Throughout it all were those beautiful green glass containers, reflecting the beauty that was my childhood … my family.
Most likely they belonged to Nana (Elizabeth Mary Murray Evans Allan) and sat on my own mum’s kitchen table when she was young … for she was a child of “the Great Depression.”
(c) Copyright 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family