As I was blowdrying my hair this morning (an activity that second only to showering, brings my best ideas to surface), I very much out of nowhere had a "vision" of a distant memory. It was a mental image of Dad pulling out a silver goblet from high in the cupboard to drink water from. How long has it been since I have thought of this cup? And why now? I don't know. It was so strange. And now I have questions I'd like answered.
1. Where did the silver goblet come from?
2. Did the silver goblet have a name?
3. Was it actually intended for use as a drinking cup? I assume Dad liked it because it must've kept the cold water (from the brown pitcher, of course) very cold.
4. In my memory the silver goblet was only for Dad to drink from. Am I correct? Did anyone else ever try to sneak a drink? I'm certain I did. I can still remember the cold metal in my hand and taste the metallic water. Whether it was prohibited or frowned upon, I can't remember.
5. Was it ever washed? My memory of it has a little corrosion around the bottom. . .? (Can you put a metal goblet in the dishwasher?)
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