Pie/Cake Server, Buttercup Sterling by Gorham

When I was 19 and living as destitute as I've been, and not to whine, I had a close, dear, older family friend insist I register this to be my pattern for silver. She actually assigned it for me as "the correct choice." Look it was the later 70's I'd had mono, no care, barely surviving poverty, but I was amused and certainly without her means to acquire nor care for this silver. The same might be said today. But I knew older days, that had been polished directly into my being. I'd lived years in a Victorian house next to her, bosom buddies keeping tarnish from her silver sets and taking jaunts into her attic. Learning about Aubussons, polishing marble and oak, using oils and storing away tips on ways to run her wash through the ringer washer and hang to dry out back by the grape arbors. The real lessons in kitchen and garden. She was the way I learned to can and run a house, drawing back to days a woman was judged by those competencies. Her Studebacher a fine car to drive around the block. She had been a teacher once before being a wife of a dairy owner and community figure.

There were ways to fold and use, store linens, starch collars, brave cockroachescholoform in hand. In short as I always do, I studied the application of her knowledge into her daily living. That is the artist in me.

She loved the pattern "Buttercup" for silver, it was her mother's. I love that Freda loved it so here I am years later with place settings for 12 and a love for this delightful pattern that only a little reminds me of a favorite wildflower find in the fields. Freda got me many piece of this silver the first was a peanut spoon. But I do lack the punch ladle and the cake server shown here and one day I'll get it...and it has been too long since I took out the silverpolish. It's amazing how I was taught to approach this on a weekly and monthly schedule, and still I am not there.

Buttercup is excellent as a silver. It is elaborate with a rather pouting square end. I eat with it happily as it seems to remind me of the past. And dining with it reminds me of my personal past traditions, other times together, those we lose away too fast that were the old before us. Good cut glass crystal does the same.Worth buying this cake server.

Many might find this false of me, a part of a kind of connection to thing, to what money can buy. But it might hit on a spot, yet, you haven't grasped it really. Yes one would sell it in a blink to help a child or plagued with debt. But, it has reminded me of who I was once, how I was seen. And sometimes that has been enough to get through a rough time.

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