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WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO THE DEPRESSION GLASS

To my Granddaughter:
Beverly Beck Rohlfing

When I saw that I had drawn your name for Christmas and you had asked me
about your dad as a child, I was thinking about a gift and remembered this incident.
During the 1940's , we lived with Abbie's mother Margaret Harris. Next to the
First Baptist Church, on commerce Street, in down town Geneva, Alabama.
The home was a large house with high ceilings and large rooms. One of which
was the kitchen. There were small white cabinets in the kitchen, with a cabinet below and
glass doors over it. Stored in the glass enclosure was Mrs. Harris' plates and depression
glass.
As Abbie was preparing the evening meals, it was George Lamar's favorite
playtime to swing on the cabinet door. His mother, Abbie, would make him stop because
the cabinet was not attached to the wall. It would shake and lean forward. After many
times of admonishing George to stop, on one occasion Abbie told George, "If you do that
again, I'll just have to throw you away." Sure enough, he did it again. The crash of the
breaking glass was heard all over the house. Abbie ran to the kitchen thinking that she
would find her child all cut to pieces. George was sitting on the floor among all the
broken dishes without a scratch.
Looking up as Abbie reached down to pick him up, George looking up to his
mother said, "Please don't throw me away". Needless to say, Abbie's heart was broken
because of her words. She never uttered those words to any of her children again.
The enclosed depression glass cake plate, survived that crash of more than 50
years. It is our Christmas gift to you.

PS The cabinet was nailed to the wall the next morning.

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