My Grandmother's Pitcher

I have my Grandmother's pitcher in my belongings. It was a gift to her from my Mother when Mother was 10 years old. That makes this pitcher over one hundred years old.
In those days, Mama said, you could gather the eggs from the hen's nest and go to the store and sell them. Mama took her eggs and walked to the store and bought this pitcher with a bowl underneath it for her Mother, my Grandmother.
The bowl is long gone, but Mama kept the pitcher as long as she lived, and it has ended up at my home. I cherish it as a reminder of the love my Mother had for her Mother.
The pitcher is very fragile and I am almost afraid to touch it. There is a crackle look around the top of it from age, but otherwise there is not a chip on it. A little faded gold motif decorates the sides of it.
It is a sweet memory of a child's love gift to her Mother.