Dessert and Treasured Cups

I wish I had written down more of what my mom told me. There are so many things she said that were funny, or wise, or just interesting. Some of those things I do remember, others are gone like the wind.
She used to tell me about some of the family items and say, "That was your great grandfather's trunk," or "That was your great grandma's chair," but I can never remember which side of the family. These were people I either never met, or don't remember very well.

There is a point to this, and it does involve dessert.

Last week the blackberries began to ripen, and Chuck picked a bowl full. I added some sugar and put them in the frig while I made a quick Bisquick shortcake. I baked those while we ate dinner.

Fresh-from-the-oven shortcake and some blackberries with whipped cream sounded like a great dessert.

Then I remembered we had just unpacked these beautiful little cups. They were my great grandmother's. Not sure which one. I remember them from when I was a little girl, but I think we only used them once. I vaguely remember it. I mostly remember them being in the cupboard, high up where we couldn't reach them.

I love these little crystal cups. They're so dainty, and have so much detail.

These cups somehow traveled to Tennessee, and I'm not sure when. I don't know if they were given to my mom before she and my dad moved to Tenn., way back before I was born, or if they were sent to her, or if she picked them up on one of our trips out here when I was small.
The cups were then moved back to Washington when she moved back here, and got moved several times once they were here. They just got moved again a couple of weeks ago. I decided these pretty little things needed to see the light of day and that we should enjoy them.
I would hate for any of them to get broken, but I've decided life is short, and we need to stop saving things and use what we have and enjoy the beauty of our treasures.