There is one thing that my father truly treasured, his mother's cake plate. He adored his mother and went out at a young age to help bring money to the house and family. But he did not let this stand in the way of his education. All the while he continued attending school at night and even went on to get his degree in textile engineering. He had some really warm memories of sitting around the kitchen table with his sisters, his mouth watering at the sight of the cake that his mother had baked. It was the only thing that my father had belonging to his mother after she died so he really did cherish it.
My Grandmother received the plate as a present for an engagement present in 1907. It was very well used in her time but was too precious to use after and hung displayed on our sitting room wall for a very long time.
I love how the knife scratches can still be seen so clearly on the plate rim.
The colours are as vivid as they always were in my memory. The pattern is a little blurred. I don't know if this was intentional or happened through time but I still love it anyway.