When I was little, growing up in Cary, Illinois, Wednesday night was grocery night. Mom and Grandma and I (and later my little sister) climbed into the Ford Fairlane for the trek into Crystal Lake to the Piggly Wiggly with that wonderful googie zig-zag roof. If we were good, Grandma treated us to sundaes at the soda fountain on the counter.
Both Mom and Grandma loved the weekly “give-away” specials of dishes and books and all kinds of other household items. My mother, right up to her death, loved these little plastic cups with the pink bottoms. Those were part of a weekly give-away. The cups came in three colors: pink, blue, and yellow. Mom collected the pink, and Grandma collected the blue.
Every day for lunch, my mother made herself ½ a swiss cheese sandwich with an Oreo on the side, chased by milk in the little plastic cup with the pink bottom. She did this for years, and now there is only one remaining pink-bottomed cup in the cupboard.
Lately, I had some luck. I ran across some of the blue cups while junking, so I bought them, and now I share with you a piece of my memories of my mother and grandmother. So take a cup, pour some milk, and munch on an Oreo, and know that life is good.