The other day at an antique store I found a set of 12 pieces of vintage Royal Copenhagen Blue Fluted Plain. So, the above set of teacup, saucer and dessert plate times four. I’ve been meaning to truly start my Royal Copenhagen collection, beyond the first vintage 60’s espresso cup and saucer I added years ago, for a long while and I finally did it. I was just waiting for a moment like the other day. I prefer to buy the items in person if possible.
I’m not sure I’ll buy many more pieces of Royal Copenhagen as I already have almost too many tea sets and dinnerware sets and I have yet to have a full Edme set (I’ve added some of that over the last year too). Ideally I’d like the Blue Fluted Plain dinner plates and salad plates, a platter, footed serving bowl and tureen or something like that and then I’ll be done.
And today among the closures of museums, travel restrictions and cancellations of events (we had planned to go to the UK this year) I’m thinking back to good memories for comfort. Lately one particular memory keeps coming to mind. It’s of when my parents and I attended a party one summer day at a home very similar to the one pictured above on the shores of Lake Minnetonka. It was on a little island owned by a family that had used the home, a blue Victorian, as their summer house. My mother was a co-worker and friend of one of the family members.
They were a family that had helped start the Mayo Clinic and in the summers, like many of their class had taken to the lake that was near Minneapolis but far enough away then to feel perfectly rural and private. The cities were developed enough at that time that to truly find privacy required not much but just little bit of a journey. And Minnesota lakes are genuinely beautiful.
There were wild raspberries. The young lady I played with who was the daughter of the current owner told me that the berries tasted best after being dipped in the lake. Back then, almost 30 years ago, the lake was clean enough that two little girls could still dip berries in the water and eat them with no trouble. I could cry at the thought of how unsafe that’d probably be today.
Those were better times. With the exception of a few advances, they were infinitely better. No apologies.
That family sold their family property years later. People grew older and things changed.
Now, can we go back? No. But how do we keep from destroying more beauty? How do we find genuine progress? Genuine progress. How do we find our way back to a clean lake with relaxed, humble, good people who aren’t afraid?
Be careful these days but try to keep calm. And let’s learn something that will help us improve things for the future not just for ourselves but everyone. Let’s try to use this awful time for something positive, if we can.