Somehow Related: Week 50

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Handed Down ~ Metal Tea Pot

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2025: Week 50 (FAMILY HEIRLOOM)

Last week I wrote about tea parties.

This week I will write about a tea pot I received from my mother when I moved into my first apartment.

She told me my paternal grandfather had given it to her when she and my dad were first married, and she thought it should go to me.

While growing up I had never seen this tea pot because she had it stored away.

She shared she thought it might have value.

In all the years I have had this teapot I have never once used it for tea because I wondered if it was made of lead. I have always used it as a decoration.

I am unsure what metal it's made out of, but I am pretty sure it's not lead because it doesn't weigh enough.

I am also pretty sure it's not silver because I have never polished it.

The staining inside looks like tea staining to me, but it also might be rust.

It has no markings on it that I can find.

My guess is it's pewter, and given it's age likely has some lead in it as well.

I have looked online occassionally over the years curious about value, but have never found one like it.

Keepsakes passed down!!!

This is why I search -

Cause ...

You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!

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Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Such A Good Girl ~ Tori-Lynn

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 50 (CHOSEN FAMILY)

In 3 days it will be exactly 13 years since we received our first foster dog.

Chris picked her up from the local shelter right after she had surgery.

He went alone because I was at work.

That night as he headed out the door for his nightshift he told me she wasn't allowed anything to eat until the next day.

That evening mine and Tori's relationship was established when I shared popcorn with her.

She realized I was the weakest link.

A few days later Chris stretched out on the couch with her on his chest & told her she would "never have to go back to that cold stone floor".

Over the short 13 years Tori was ours she was such a good girl.

She was smart, funny, and amazingly well behaved.

Chris was her master, and she almost always did exactly as he asked.

I was her friend, and she would sometimes do as I asked.

She was such a good girl that even when she didn't actually do what I asked it wasn't a problem.

She never begged for food because she knew she got the last bite of everything I ate. If I cut my sandwich in half she got two bits. She really did get the last bit of every item I ate.

She developed arthritis around the age of 12 that progressed fairly quickly.