Toward the end of a beautiful Sunday after a family gathering, my mother-in-law was found doing what she enjoys doing – my dishes. Seriously, I always appreciate the help.
Seeing a certain glass on the counter I remarked, “Oh, I hadn’t seen that one since we bought it at the Prohibition Myseum.” To which my mother-in-law replied, “Yeah, I’ve been using that one all day. But where did you get it again?”
I sensed some general confusion.
“The National Prohibition Museum?” I said, inquisitive that she clearly didn’t see the logo etched on one side of the glass – the side opposite the drawing of a woman. “That’s why it has this picture of Carrie Nation on it with the phrase “All Nations welcome except Carrie.”
We paused and looked at the glass together until the answer I was hoping for came forth.
“Oh,” she said. “I just assumed that was Mother Cabrini.”
And life goes on.
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