Terry Pulliam Burd wrote:
> On Sat, 11 Jul 2009 12:54:50 -0400, "Nancy Young"
> > fired up random neurons and synapses to
> opine:
>
> <snip>
>
>> I knew people who lived in the basement. Upstairs was for show.
>>
>> Having said that, I never sit in my livingroom. It's just a room
>> for
>> furniture, no living goes on whatsoever.
>
> My mother kept all sorts of things "for best." Linens, pretty
> nightgowns she'd been given, a gorgeous Noritake tea set, even a
> beautiful pagoda ring the dear aulde dad brought back from Vietnam.
> They were still in their original wrappings when we buried her. Now
> I'll never know when "best" might have been or who "best" might have
> been waiting for.
>
> She gave me a quilt my great-grandmother had handstitched and was
> horrified when she found it employed on a guest bed. I had to
> reassure
> her that as soon as a guest got a good look at the quilt, I'd whisk
> it
> away, only to be seen by the guest upon departure :-)
>
> Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd

I still have my mother's unused wedding bone china she saved for
"best". I've never used it - chip off the old block.