I began turning out the pantry today,
doing the spring cleaning.
This plate stopped me in my tracks!
It is over 50 years old and has had a hard life;
it is the sole survivor of the everyday china whichmy mother used when we lived in Hong Kong.
The plate has endured countless moves and bears the signs ofmuch wear and tear.
Funnily enough, the times I remember most are those meal times in Hong Kong, althoughthe service was used in the many places which my father'spostings took us to.
They were magical days.Perhaps it was because we were all young - children and parents.Rose tinted memories, but I don't mind.
Memories of my mother's wonderful lemon meringue pies, orange mousse,bread and butter puddings, ice-creams, home-made cookies, melting moments...I've always had a sweet tooth!
I know we had good wholesome meals,
but oh those puddings!
(I wonder whether I resembled the baby elephant on the back-stamp!)
Memories of my young and glamorous mother, dark and handsome father,
and my two brothers.
Steven was four-and-a-half years older than me
and seemed to know everything about everything...
he could even whistle the tune to 'The Dambusters' ... enviably well.
Baby brother Ian (Owlwood) was cute, with curly hair and golden skin.
He could speak Cantonese before he could speak English.
It's going to take me an awfully long time to spring clean the pantry at this rate.
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