It all started with a pink depression glass bowl I found at my parent’s house last year. Only one.
I cleaned it and lovingly put away. Not ready to deal with the fact that both Daddy and Janie were gone.
This past week I came across it again and the sorrow was replaced with happy memories.
Memories of excitement cause it was ‘Janie Slop’ dinner night. It was our favorite soup. Memories of four dirty, sweaty kids running with happiness to meet daddy’s car as he pulled in the dusty driveway after a long day at work.
That’s how my pink depression glass obsession started…