Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Old Tin Cup


When I was growing up, my Granddad lived in an big old house on the side of a mountain, in the very small town of Piedmont, West Virginia. In his kitchen was a big, old fashioned cast iron sink, and on that sink sat a tin cup.

Water never tasted better or colder than when we drank it out of that old tin cup, and whenever my cousins or I visited, it was the first thing we would do.

Even to this day, I can close my eyes and still see my Granddad standing there by that sink after his shift at the mill, drinking "good ole mountain water" from that cup.

Many years later, when my Granddad passed away (at the age of 103!), my Dad got the old cup and brought it home. Eventually, he gave it to me. It has sat on the windowsill above the sink of every house I have ever lived in since I have had it.

It isn't worth much, it's rusted a bit inside and worn, but that old tin cup is listed in my will, and will be passed down to my eldest child, eventually.

I hope that she will cherish it as much as I have.





~Sue Sue