Sixty, maybe seventy years ago my father gave a turquoise blown-glass dinnerware set to his mother, my Grandma Rose. She called it her “mowt-blown china.” At antique stores I’ve seen similar glassware, said to be from Mexico.
Grandma gave it to my brother Lew, who gave it to me. Every time I used those dishes, I felt a connection to Daddy and Grandma too.
More fragile than china, they came out mostly for birthdays, Valentine’s Day, or sci-fi dinner parties.
Thom and I were newlyweds when I gave him a mug bearing an excerpt from Rilke that we’d borrowed for our marriage vows.
“For one human being to love another is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.”
Thom had already learned that lesson the hard way. Before we met I’d had a fear of commitment. I was so afraid of getting stuck or worse, abandoned, that I rarely went on more than a couple dates with anyone. I carried my own walking papers in my back pocket and I wasn’t afraid to use them.
Then came Thom. Poor Thom. Dear Thom. Courageous Thom.
He could take it on the chin, and grin.
He was wise enough to perceive the pattern and understand what I was doing even before I did. He was gentle and patient. He taught me how to fight fairly and work things out instead of just dumping guys in general, and him in particular. He taught me that it was okay to ask for what I want, how to negotiate, and not to expect others to be able to read my mind. He taught me that I could be myself and still be loved. He taught me that there were men out there who can be counted on, and that I could count on him. Thom deserves combat pay for sticking it out long enough for me to realize I didn’t want to make him go away after all. And so I stopped trying. Best decision I ever made.
So what do these vessels have to do with Thom and me, or anything at all?
Almost thirty years ago a dear friend, who may or may not have been related, was visiting and washed the dishes.
Putting them away, she stacked the elegant glass cup inside the Love Mug. Try as we might, we could not pry them apart. We tugged and twisted, but were so afraid of breaking either piece that we gave up. I couldn’t bear to throw them out, so they lived here for the next twenty-five plus years.
It is both appropriate and a little poetic that the same person, without whom there would be no story, was also present for its unexpected conclusion.
A year or two ago, I rediscovered the inextricable pair in the back of the cupboard. I decided, once and for all, to mend it or end it. It was like asking a husband to choose between the life of the mother or the child, which is why I’d put it off for so long. I finally opted to save the heirloom glass, if possible, which was stuck inside the mug. I told that dear person, who shall remain unnamed, that I’d take a hammer to the mug, if necessary; if the glass were to break as well, so be it.
But I’ve learned a little grease applied judiciously can go a long way. We drizzled oil in between and pulled, hoping the glass would slide out. It did not.
We went back to simple lessons learned in high school science. Heat expands and cold contracts. While soaking the outside of the mug in boiling water, we filled the glass with ice water. Still the glass stuck tight. So it came down to the last resort. Holding the mug by the handle, I whacked it on the countertop, hoping it would shatter. Pop! Out came the glass, in perfect shape, and I had my morning coffee in the Love Mug.
There are several morals to this story.
First of all, no one can tease me any more for hanging on to the glass and the mug all those years. Pay attention to your instincts!
Secondly, you might actually learn something in science class that you can apply to real life (and don’t forget that bit about the grease.)
Thirdly, breaking up is hard to do, but sometimes you just reach a breaking point, where you need to mend it or end it.
Fourthly, once you try everything you can think of, try everything you can’t think of. Sometimes you have to try everything all at once. But if it’s something worth saving, it’s worth the effort.
Love is like that. Thank goodness.
All images and words c2014 Naomi Baltuck
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Great story. The moral I got from it is that, just occasionally, two objects are just meant to be together. Happy Valentine’s Day you two.
Thanks, Roy! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!
What a great story and such special moments, that’s happiness right there!
Thank you so much! Happy Valentine’s Day to you!
Patience saved the day. Lovely story.
Thanks for the visit, Richard, and for taking the time to comment. Happy Valentine’s Day!
You did it! Can’t believe it didn’t break. That’s one STRONG glass!
I was completely flabbergasted when not only the glass survived, but the mug did too. We’re all stronger than we appear to be!
Thanks for the visit. I hope you had a Happy Valentine’s Day!
Wonderful story and a lesson learned…all of you – even the friend who may or may not be related and the glassware – are so cute! Thank you for sharing!
Your comment made me smile, and I passed it on to that friend who might or might not be related. She says to say hello!
Perfect post for a valentine. Enjoyed reading and the accompanying pics especially taking it on the chin. Wise man!
Thanks so much for the generous response. Yes, Thom was a wise man, which made me a very lucky lady!
Love this story! Perfect for the day!
Thanks so much! I hope you had a Happy Valentine’s Day!
What a post… I would never have separated the two.. it must have been a love affair of note for them to be locked together for so many years… great post Naomi…
You made me laugh out loud! Thanks so much for an image that will stick in my head and make me smile whenever I think of it!
Thank you, Lisa!
I do so love a happy ending, Naomi (and that photo of you two “boxing”). Many more happy years to come for both of you, I hope. (and the heirlooms too 🙂 )
Thanks so much for the sweet comment and wishes. So far so good, for both couples! I hope your Valentine’s Day was a good one.
Sweet post. Love you both. You belong together. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Thanks so much! Thom is definitely a keeper! I’ll pass on your message. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your honey.
Like Jo, love the happy ending! Thank you for sharing the story, Naomi! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Thank you so much for the visit, and for sharing your very generous response. Best wishes to you for a Happy Valentine’s Day!
Beautiful. Again. Of course.
Thank you so much for your very kind response.
Warm wishes on a cold day!
Love your story about the mug and the glass. Better still, yours and your husband’s story warmed the cockles of my heart. Sweet. Sweet couple, you two. 😀
Thank you for your very sweet comments!
You deserve them. You guys are a sweet couple and I love hearing about people who are happy together.
What a great story and I’m glad you were able to save both!
I couldn’t believe it. Made me wish I hadn’t waited so long, but I’m thinking twenty five years ago I wouldn’t have had the sense to know how to proceed. There are SOME good things about getting older!
Thanks for the visit.
well its one of the few!
Here’s another lesson: sometimes just letting something sit for a time and going back to it later is a natural “reboot”. “It Worked for the Cat” was a post I did when the cat came down lame from the attic one day. We didn’t rush her off to the vet, we let her rest. In a few days, she was functioning fine again. Doing nothing is sometimes a good solution…like for shoveling snow. You don’t need to rush out and move it. You may let it melt. We often like to be “problem solvers” when there is no problem!
Are you sure we didn’t grow up in the same family? My mom’s unspoken motto was “Don’t fix something if it’s not broken, and if it is broken, wait awhile and see if it will fix itself.” This worked for everything but her taxes and, unfortunately, cancer.
Wonderful story and pics, Naomi. I’m so happy that the glass and mug are now free to go their own ways, but I bet they’ll always stay close, but not too close, which is how a relationship should be. 🙂
Thank you for your good wishes. I agree about relationships. Another quote we used in our vows was that we did not want to become one person, but rather two people dancing around one center.
I think if anybody other than you, Naomi, tried that trick with the cup and glass, they would not end up with the same result. Definitely a fluke 😉
You always make me smile!
Sometimes you just have to reach a point where you are willing to risk everything for the result you want. I guess that’s sort of like what marriage is all about, but this was more a case of do or die, at least for the glass and the mug. In most marriages there are less drastic options!
Happy ending!!! ❤
I love a happy ending too! Thanks so much for the visit, and for taking the time to comment.
Several lessons there methinks!
Yes, and ones I need to learn again and again. I probably shouldn’t have waited twenty-five years to solve this problem, but perhaps one of the lessons is “Better late than never.”
Thanks so much for the visit, and for taking the time to comment. It is always good to hear from you.
What an appropriate story for the day! How wonderful that you two are still going strong.
Thanks so much for stopping by. I hope you are well!
I had tears in my eyes when I read about your love for Thom and his for you.
I had a smile on my face when I read about the mug and the glass.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Thom!
My dear Dorota,
Happy Valentine’s Day to you all!
That’s something more deep… something you even don’t perceive… has to do with love, oh yes, and vibrations!
Big hug to both of you 🙂 claudine
Thank you so much for sharing your very thoughtful comments. Best wishes to you and your sweet family!
This was the best story that I read today! I don’t always have a chance to read many blogs and I am continually playing “catch up,” but this was a wonderful way to learn about your relationship, your family and your own personal perseverance! Glad all went well, the beautiful handblown glass is a true testament (or indication of) your own love story. Hugs, Robin
Thank you for the visit, and for your very sweet response to this post. It made my day! I too seem to be in a perpetual state of “catch up” with my blog reading. One thing I can say is that I always manage to respond to anyone who takes the time and trouble to comment on a post, although sometimes it might take a couple of days. Through those exchanges I get to know some blogging buddies better than others. I am very happy to have had the opportunity to get to know you! I hope your Valentine’s Day was a good one. And now spring is just around the corner!
Yay for the outcome of this tale! Great pics, especially you in the swirly blue dress and the one showing your dad in his uniform. I’ve actually never heard anyone say “mend it or end it.” I will have to try that out IRL!
I do love a happy ending! Thank you for your lovely comment. After I read your message, I was curious and actually Googled the expression “mend it or end it,” and it’s floating around out there in the world. I must’ve heard it at some point and internalized it for future reference.
I hope you had a Happy Valentine’s Day. For those of us here in the Northwest, spring, albeit a very wet one, is just around the corner!
Spring? What is this spring of which you speak? I’m sure I have a distant memory of a time when it wasn’t raining or freezing and I was wearing just a single pair of pants . . . Can I tell winter to mend it or freakin’ end it?
We have been having a lot of rain, but today, on the way back from the post office, the sun came out and shone on the mountains and lit up the water. I stopped and did 500 steps up and and 500 down at our local library (that’s 21 sets of 24), just to stay warm while soaking up the rays. When I got home, I appreciated that the primroses on our front lawn are in full bloom, and the tulips are poking their noses out of the ground. Yes! Springtime is just around the corner, and it’ll be here so soon and suddenly that you won’t even see it coming! (But in the meantime, I would prescribe a double dose of twinkle lights to keep the darkness at bay).
Okay, so I’m a little behind on reading comments, but had to smile because while we did get some sun up here as well a few days ago, when I opened your comment just now it is 32 degrees and snowing.
So you did 500 steps? Show off. I stayed inside next to the stove while two darling young boys, both named Jonathan, showed up with matching yellow snow shovels and offered to shovel my driveway. I let them.
Love your Tiki Torch post! Where did you take the pic of your husband behind bars? That is hilarious.
It is indeed hard to let go of something that has so much memories in them. I too collect little things that gives me connections to love ones. More so to those already far from me. Somehow looking at things they gave me makes me feel like they’re just an arms length away. Thanks for sharing your treasures today. They are a vision of inspiration. Best wishes to you and your family.
Oh, yes! I do understand that. For instance, wearing one of my mom’s sweaters is almost as good as a hug. And I have kept my dad’s very worn out old Teddy Bear. I think of him very tenderly when I look at it.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response. I think you are an unusual man–more expressive and thoughtful and sentimental than most–and your family is lucky to have you! Best wishes to you all!
Well, I must say, I’m glad it worked out between you and that Thom fellow…
Lucky for you!
What a great story, Naomi! I didn’t listen in science class so I probably would have just broken it. I hope you had a lovely Valentines Day 😀
Hi Dianne, thanks so much for the kind response and wishes. We had a great VD–busted out the tiki torches and threw an Aloha party. Wishing you a happy springtime!
Great story and a perfect ending I am glad he made you see way back then I carried those same papers you did.
Thank you, Eunice!
Beautiful writing, great metaphors, wonderful story!!! The photo of you in the kitchen reminds me of a Norman Rockwell painting!! 😀 One of your best Naomi.
Norman Rockwell is an amazing visual storyteller who I have admired all my life. Thank you for your very kind comment.
In response to your comment, the person in the kitchen photo is my sister Constance, who was there for the beginning of this story, when she stacked the class inside the mug, and also for the end of the story, when we miraculously managed to extract the glass from the mug. (And many many wonderful times in between).
Thanks again, Madhu!
Uh oh! Now I see 😉
Another great story Naomi!
Sounds like you made a great decision keeping Thom around 🙂 I definitely would not have thrown out the glass-in-mug either and its so funny that you finally got to the point of do or die with them. I probably would have been happy to leave them together forever but I’m so glad that they both survived the big bang 🙂
They made the move from one house–and cupboard to another, and we have been in this house for twenty-five years, so I did wait a very long time to reach that point. If my sister hadn’t been there, helping me clean out that kitchen cupboard, that glass and that mug might have spent another twenty-five years snuggling in the dark in the back of that cupboard!
I must have run out of time, but I did read this post on Sunday and I thought I pushed “like” on it, too. I feel bad, when I look back that it still looked like I had ‘said my peace/piece’ but not pushed ‘like’ button. I enjoyed reading your response and am also glad we are getting to know each other! Take care and thanks for your insightful comment and personal story about Kahlil Gibran quotation being part of Thom’s and your wedding. It was an excellent addition to that particular post! Smiles, Robin
Thanks, Robin! You always leave a thoughtful comment from an interesting and intelligent perspective!
I was captivated and hoping that all would turn out well. In the end, it did.
I’d like to be a little bold and add a 5th moral to the end –
Strong bonds cannot be broken even when they are apart.
Touching story …
Thank you! I love your fifth moral to the story!!!
love this story Naomi! Beautifully told 🙂
I appreciate your dropping by, Beth, and thank you for such a generous response.
Love is always worth fighting for.
You are absolutely right.
Love IS like that. Darling piece. 🙂
Thank you, Jamie!
Thank you so much! I am truly honored and touched by this generous response.
I’m glad this has a happily-ever-after ending!
Thank you, Patti!
Love happy endings like everyone else – a lovely story … about things that are meant to be together … glas and cup … a man and a woman. Just lovely. Keep love alive, you two.
Catching up on my comments (I always read your posts when they land in my inbox like unexpected gifts)
I love this story, especially the way it turned out. I was hesitant to read further at one point, afraid that you had broken the love mug, or that the beautiful blue glass had shattered – I love a happy ending! I have a treasured collection of broken mugs and teacups that I have collected over the years, not knowing exactly why but following my heart’s gentle suggestion, and now I finally know why. I am using them to weave into and among the flagstones of the new patio we are building at our family cabin lakeside retreat. 😀
Thanks so much for the pingback!
Thank you for the link!
Oh my, Naomi. How did I miss this? Just read it at the perfect time. Thankyou Dear Heart
Now that I look at the dates – I was on the way to Rome and gone for 4 weeks!
I’m tickled if this story hit the mark for you. It always surprises me when I come upon a story in your blog that somehow I’ve missed (I still haven’t managed to get an automatic email notification when you post), but I always catch up with them sooner or later!
I think when I first started I added you as something like co-editor and then thought I had to stand on my own two feet and took your name out. I’ll ask the help desk. M
I didn’t know that! You are such a fine storyteller and I’m sure it was just a little wobble of confidence as you started to apply your skills in a new format and venue as a blogger. When I first got started, I had Bea still at home to help me out. xoxo, n