It took my father ten years of marriage to admit to my mother that he “didn’t care for” the pattern of the everyday dishes she had chosen for their wedding registry. It was a bit too modern for that southern gentleman. Bold move on his part. My mother, in an uncharacteristic gesture, capitulated and the Franciscan Starburst pattern was retired to the attic.
Lucky for me, she packed them away carefully and just could not ever part with them. Today, they are my family’s everyday dishes. My boys love the retro space age vibe and I am reminded of my before-her-time mother who complemented my tride-and-true traditional father. And as a family we are treasuring old traditions by making new ones.