Alisha’s Grandpa Frank spent a weekend at the beach this summer and he noticed right away that I have a plate “problem”. He sent me a very nice note saying he, too, had spent his life collecting plates but now (age 90+) we was “divesting” and kindly wondered if I could use 5 or so plates. OF COURSE! I knew right away I had a soul mate here, and I wrote back saying how delighted I’d be to have a few of his plates. Here’s a photo of Alisha, Zach and Frank at Ebb Street in July:
So today when I came home there was a big box on the porch–from Lodi and I’m thinking “Hmmmm–don’t know anybody in Lodi–oh wait PLATES!”
All of my instant-gratification-girl instincts were subverted here as I carefully unwrapped the plates discovering that Frank and I ARE soul mates. On the back were the price tags from the garage sales, thrift stores, etc. which is what we all do–leave the price tags on to remind ourselves what a huge bargain we got!!!
So five lovely plates–several hand-painted, kind thoughts of Frank in the room at all times, and an afternoon “treasure hunt”. Pretty nice, and many thanks Frank Pearson.
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