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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Mansons2005, post: 223053, member: 121&quot;]Lady - I am loath to admit it, but I remember the Great Storm of 1938 - some of our tenant farmers were lost as was a lot of my family property - literally land that washed away - on both the North and South shores of L.I.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>On to the original question from the OP</p><p><br /></p><p>Here is a bit I published on my forum in 2013 - and I see no reason to change it......................</p><p><br /></p><p>A post I just made on another thread reminded me of this...........I recently overheard some people talking about the &quot;What would you grab if the house was on fire&quot; subject. Most mentioned photos or scrapbooks, etc. I thought about it myself and realized that I am &quot;beyond&quot; the photos stage..............most of them just depress me now. I then thought long and hard on what one thing I would &quot;save&quot; that would be a more &quot;complete&quot; memory of my life. I finally decided on a milk jug.......a cheap, ordinary, nothing special milk jug.</p><p><br /></p><p>When I was still in the nursery, Nanny would bring up this jug (with a mug balanced on top) full of warm milk for my &quot;tea&quot;. As I got older and actually had tea, she brought it for my brother, and gave me a dollop of the milk in my tea. It moved with us from one house to the next and even came along on seasonal moves to the country or to the house in Vermont. When my parents divorced, it some how ended up in my mother&#039;s possession, and she used it quite a bit on the breakfast table when all of the boys were home. Somehow along the way, it made it&#039;s way to my father&#039;s house (where I believe it started) and for many years he and his partner used it on the breakfast table or when there were more than a dozen &quot;for coffee&quot;. When that house was broken up, I must have taken it ( I don&#039;t remember doing so) and it has been laying around ever since. It is broken on the rim and there are more dings in the glaze than not, and I no longer use it for milk (though when some of the guys I tutor bring me flowers, short stemmed and obviously purloined from a neighbors garden I use it as a &quot;quick fix&quot; vase).</p><p><br /></p><p>It sits on the shelf over the kitchen sink, along with a dozen or so other jugs, pitcher and creamers, and I must &quot;see&quot; it twenty times a day. I don&#039;t believe that I have consciously thought about it until now. But in retrospect, it brings back many &quot;good&quot; memories of many, many people..............my grandparents, my parents, my brother, step-brothers, half-brother, my step-father and his family, my father&#039;s partner and his (huge!) family, and now, even the guys I work with (successfully or not!).[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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