I unboxed and washed my Grandma's tea set. Washing the last piece, the teapot, I realized I was washing them in her old dish pan, too. This immediately took me back to many hot Kansas summer days standing at her kitchen sink using the same dish pan. And sitting out under the big shade tree for the afternoon. She's been gone for 23 years.
Here is the rest of the tea set. It has moved on to the hands of a family I hope will have many tea parties to remember.