Cleaning out a cupboard or two is a good thing to do if you’re feeling overwhelmed, or simply too tired to do any work that requires real thinking. A high-up cabinet in the kitchen stuffed with all manner of never-used things was today’s job.
Dusty extra coffee cups, serving trays at the ready for big parties we’re never going to have, and spring-form and angel food pans for cakes I’m not going to make jammed the space. Putting things to rights and setting aside some to donate, I found this old calling card tray. It was always on a table just inside the front door of the house I grew up in.
The tray was black with tarnish, and while I scrubbed it with silver polish I thought about how getting in touch with people used to involve more time and planning. If you called on someone who wasn’t at home, no “where r u” text, but a calling card left on a tray like this. Calling cards were different from business cards—they typically held only your name with no address or phone number. A woman’s card would have the obligatory “Miss” or Mrs.”
The cleanout also uncovered the fact that I seem to own not one, not two, but three candy dishes. They aren’t as old as the calling card tray, but the concept seems as archaic.
I washed off the dust, and now I may go out and buy enough candy to fill them all. I had a failed go at candy corn earlier this month, so I’m thinking M&Ms for the big one, circus peanuts in the medium one, and fireballs in the smallest dish. Come by and have some. You won’t even need a calling card.