Good Will teacup

I was in the Good Will the other day and saw this.  I just immediately loved the set...even though I have been decluttering, for 99 cents I bought it.  I was thinking I would find a new home for them after I enjoyed them a bit.  And I still have someone in mind..  They were taped together,  a couple wraps each way.  I, in my stupidity thought it was to hold them together.  But I get them home and the tape comes off, and they are cemented together just like this.
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I have been looking through photos...running into photos that fill my memories.  The above is Sarah on the left edge and one of her childhood friends...that childhood friend is who received the quilt in the previous post..for her little boy.   And that little, tiny bike she is riding!  I don't remember where they came up with it but she and Sarah had a ball with it....they had Roger paint it silver. And they did other stuff to it, but I don't remember what.  I just remember their laughing and have a blast.

The two had a paper route together...one did one side of the street and the other girl , the other side.  It worked out good...they would do each other's route if need be, or some of us adults would if needed.  But they made the money!  They were both conscientious  and delivered the papers just how their customers wanted.  Most people just wanted it on their porch, but two or three had specific instructions.  I remember one lady wanted it on her porch and she kept a brick laying there and wanted it laid on the paper.  She would leave Sarah's pay under the brick, right on time.

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And these boys are grown now...I seldom see them, but they are still like sons to me.  There was a year or two that they about lived here during their waking hours.  There was another brother not pictured, a couple years younger.  They are cousins...Kenny in front, was in Iraq for at least one tour, maybe two, and the cousin that is not shown was over there a couple tours.

But Kenny started coming when he was 3-4 years old...he would come and open up the door to see if he could see anyone.  And if the girls were still at school, he would come in and sit and wait for them.  Sometimes falling asleep.

They were just good kids...played hard and ate good.  Not a bunch of bickering and fussing.  You know how some kids, you are ready to send home...I don't think I ever sent these home without it was because we had to leave.

I sometimes long for the old days....the girls had other friends their own age, but these here are the ones so very dear to my heart.