2nd Time Around Salt and Pepper Shakers, on Three Or More Tuesday

Before I begin the day's post, I just want to share a little scene I photographed last evening. It's through our sunroom window, which explains the glare. Now you might think I am showing off my poppies, so bravely blooming their short lives away, but no -- look up the hill:

There is a rocking chair with an identity crisis. It is half-painted red, but still half green, on its
way to being part of our renewed porch, from yesterday's Porch Party Post.
It's almost always windy here; someone please send me some calm days so I can get all this furniture painted!

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Despite having scads of dishes and other table-setting accoutrements (hey, I spelled that right!), I've never had much in the way of interesting salt and pepper shakers. My mother, on the other hand, was the S & P Queen.

(The little horridly tarnished sterling set is there to show sizes; it is 2-inches tall.)

I have a few of Mom's favorites, and I am sharing them today, on
Three Or More Tuesday, hosted by Tam at The Gypsy's Corner.
Don't forget to click here to see more collectible and other Three Or More stories.

Plus I am participating in Second Time Around Tuesday, hosted by Diane at
A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words, as these shakers have been around the block more than twice!
Click here for more Second Timers!

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Now these look a little the worse for wear, don't they?

They are pewter, in a classic style. They have not fared well, living in the salt air of a waterside house.
One of them also seems to be listing to starboard . . .

I brought them home from the Southold house on Saturday,
as clearly the atmosphere didn't agree with them.

I can probably clean them up but I can't straighten the Leaning Shaker of Pepper.
Off to the jeweler for these little lovelies.

(And which is for the pepper, the shaker with the bigger or the smaller holes?)

Next up . . . Martha and George!

I have no idea how old these two china shakers are, but I remember them from when I was a very small child,
and I am well over a hundred years old, so they are indeed vintage.

George is looking rather grim:

And Martha seems a tad suspicious of all the attention:

Wouldn't you love to see them on a breakfast tray?
First thing in the morning?
Wear a robe! Martha shocks easily, and George can be a bit of a rogue.

And finally, for all the milk glass fans out there (you know who you are!), this set:

My mother loved milk glass. It was all over her house. She put milk glass in her daughters' shared bedroom, when those daughters weren't even school age yet. Even our bedside lamps were milk glass, and they are still at the Southold house, where they lit the nightstands in the little room my own daughters slept in:

My sister and I thought these lamps looked like little ladies holding onto big hats (look at the one on the right, see the arms reaching up?) and it's amazing they survived with only one tiny chip in one of the shades. I am pretty sure Peggy is responsible for that, not I. . . .

I am happy to have these little reminders of the lovely table my Mother set for family dinners -- even on weekdays. There was always a centerpiece, even if it was just a squat, pillar candle on a pottery or -- yes, milk glass -- plate, and there was always a first course, even if it was just tomato juice in a pretty glass.

I miss my mother very much; she is still with us, but Alzheimer's Disease has robbed us of her. I am grateful to have so many of her things, for she was a gifted homemaker and still inspires me.

Happy Tuesday to all. -- Cass