It was my grandmother's. My mom remembers that it graced their family dinner table nearly every night. It was the salad bowl. From a classic green salad to a more sophisticated Waldorf salad, my mom remembers this unassuming bowl being a part of many meals for their growing family of eight.
After my grandmother passed away, I found this stashed away in her kitchen. I loved its simple design and sweet decorative pine cones. It also looked like it had seen many years of use. Then my mom told me the story behind it, so I snatched it right up. More than my grandmother's expensive china dishes or silver flatware, I wanted this bowl. And now it has graced my little family's dinner table as well. And each time it does, I remember its history and I remember my Grandma.