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www.northstarmonthly.com MAY 2010 23<br />
Up on the Farm Early<br />
HISTORY IN A CUP<br />
BY LORNA QUIMBY<br />
Aline Faris, in a recent letter, asked, “Do you remember<br />
when oatmeal boxes (maybe Mother’s<br />
Oats) brought china buried in the cereal?” “Aha!”<br />
I thought. “That’s where that cup came from.”<br />
For years—I’m not going to<br />
say how many—I’ve washed an<br />
odd cup when I cleaned the<br />
dish cupboards. It’s not especially<br />
attractive, plain white with<br />
a narrow green band around the<br />
edge. Its shape is nothing out<br />
of the ordinary. It doesn’t appear<br />
to be china, more like milk<br />
glass. <strong>The</strong>re is no matching<br />
saucer. Where I got it was lost<br />
in the fogs of the past. But<br />
when Aline mentioned oatmeal<br />
I suddenly remembered Maw<br />
pulling the cup out of an oatmeal<br />
box.<br />
Dad picked up our groceries<br />
at Bert’s store in South<br />
Peacham. One staple we always<br />
had on hand was oatmeal.<br />
When you had as many mouths<br />
to feed as Dad and Maw had,<br />
cheap and filling was what you<br />
bought. So most of the time<br />
we ate oatmeal for breakfast.<br />
Brand names meant little, for<br />
the massive surge in advertising<br />
was only beginning. Still, a<br />
small gimmick added to a product<br />
could make the difference<br />
between staying on the shelf or<br />
going home with a customer.<br />
During the 20s and 30s giveaway<br />
dishes were the gimmicks<br />
that sold soap powders, brought<br />
people to the movies—a chance<br />
for a set of dishes influenced<br />
the choice of which film to go<br />
to—and, of course, oatmeal.<br />
Our daily lives went along<br />
on an even path. Not much<br />
happened on the farm except<br />
for the everlasting chores.<br />
Chores changed with the seasons,<br />
but even that change was<br />
predictable. So the possibility<br />
of a new dish or cup broke up<br />
the monotony. When Maw<br />
opened the new box, we stood<br />
around waiting to see what she<br />
unearthed from the rolled oats.<br />
When the plain white cup appeared,<br />
Maw was disappointed.<br />
It didn’t match anything she<br />
had.<br />
By that time Maw’s dishes<br />
had suffered from the ministrations<br />
of four girls who wanted<br />
to get the chore of dishwashing<br />
over as quickly as possible.<br />
Handles on cups were especially<br />
vulnerable. And there were at<br />
least two cups and saucers used<br />
at every meal, more if there<br />
were a hired man or visitors.<br />
Maw and Dad drank coffee<br />
at breakfast, tea for dinner and<br />
supper. It was a sign you were<br />
really grown up when you were<br />
allowed to have a cup of either<br />
beverage. When you were little,<br />
you could soak your toast crusts<br />
in Dad’s cup of well-sweetened<br />
coffee but you never had tea.<br />
Maw made drip coffee in an<br />
aluminum pot. She made tea in<br />
a china tea pot. And she used<br />
loose tea, spooning the leaves in<br />
to the heated pot and using a<br />
tea strainer to prevent tea leaves<br />
in her cup. Maw wasn’t fussy<br />
which tea she used, but Gar,<br />
who had learned to brew tea to<br />
suit Alvin’s taste, always used<br />
Salada. At that time Salada tea<br />
came in a foil package and was<br />
supposed to be superior to any<br />
other (advertising again).<br />
Maw’s tea pots were always<br />
dark brown pottery with<br />
brightly colored lines and dots<br />
for flowers around the top.<br />
Gar’s, as I remember, had a design<br />
of embossed latticework<br />
of white porcelain with painted<br />
leaves and flowers. It’s hard to<br />
describe the bumpy design a little<br />
girl noticed. Tea pots were<br />
vulnerable to knocks, especially<br />
the spouts. A small nick in the<br />
spout meant some of the tea<br />
dribbled down the pot and left<br />
drips on the oil cloth. <strong>The</strong> covers<br />
with their knobs or delicate<br />
china handles were also easily<br />
broken. (Aline broke the cover<br />
on her mother’s heavy crockery<br />
pot and still feels bad at the<br />
memory.) You still used the<br />
pot, though. An odd sauce dish<br />
(and where would that come<br />
from?) sat in the hole and kept<br />
in the heat. You just had to be<br />
sure to hold the saucer so it<br />
wouldn’t fall into the cup.<br />
What puzzles me is how I<br />
came to have the cup. When<br />
you are fourth in line, your<br />
chances of getting a prize are<br />
slim at best. Probably I got it<br />
because the cup is not all that<br />
pretty. Or maybe it was my<br />
turn. I’m sure I was loud in my<br />
assertion if that was the case.<br />
Anyway, the cup went into my<br />
treasure box along with the<br />
Shirley Temple dish and the little<br />
vase from Richter’s store.<br />
I still have the vase, white<br />
china, about five inches tall,<br />
with an idealized girl’s face in a<br />
bunch of purple violets. <strong>The</strong><br />
edge has chipped but otherwise<br />
it is whole as is my prize cup.<br />
Thank you, Aline, for reminding<br />
me.<br />
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