For holidays and special occasions, we gather with family around the table and celebrate. Grandma dusts off her special china. Your feast is plated and served. You cut ever so gingerly into your turkey so as not to scratch the design. Your knife; however, has other plans and slightly screeches across the blue china design. Grandma gives you a side-eye glare. At this point, you switch to your fork and test the mystery casserole. Then you hear your carefree, clumsy sibling carrying on about something in the kitchen followed by a calamitous crash. The air in the room depletes and an awkward silence fills the room. You notice Grandma’s left temple pulsing furiously paired with her jaw firmly clamped, into a sour grin. This moment will forever be burned into that sensitive place in Grandma’s brain, a taboo moment preserved in the cobwebs of your family gatherings. You have an unspoken understanding among your family members as a result, do not go there and never repeat. Perhaps Grandma would be a little less sensitive with the knowledge that the broken china would one day be re-purposed, cherished, and adorned as jewelry, Chaney?
Here is some Chaney lore to satiate your curiosity…
In honor of Grandma, wear your Chaney well :)
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