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Becs

Re: the silver. Someone had to buy the stuff in the first place. You don't just find a 25 piece silver tea service lying on the ground. Unless you're in London during the Blitz.

I hate that kind of snobism, the "PLU"/"She isn't one of us, of course, and never will be" crap.

sue

Ah, yes... let the whining begin. Get ready for lots of very jealous people to think that just 'cause YOU got some, THEY get some. It's nuts.

TheQueen

Becs - actually, we buy our silver-plate. And for myself, I LOVE snobbism! Because as a very old-money grand lady explained to me once, "No matter how much money you have, never try to act like someone other than how you were born." She felt she could include anyone into her circle who wasn't fake. She would like the Unsinkable Molly Brown, she would like Britney Spears, but posers were posers non grata in her book. It was if she acknowledged our class differences and approved of my lower class at the same time. She was a pro-diversity snob.

TheQueen

And Becs - I figured out "PLU" (People Like Us) in just under half a day.

TheQueen

Sue - We would have to actually GET some, which may very well not happen. If it happens: knowing Gary, since he got some, everyone will get some, because he loves spreading out the cash and stimulating the economy.

Becs

Q: Completely agree with grand lady. Of course, just think how many books wouldn't have been written if some people didn't get all goofy about that. Dominick Dunne wouldn't have had a career at all. Ditto Stephen Birmingham. Maybe even Tom Wolfe?

Becs

PS - I used to buy my silver at yard sales and flea markets. It's sitting in the basement now. If you want it, it's yours.

Lila

"the sort of people who buy their silver"
Funny story about that. My grandmother named her youngest son executor (he's a lawyer), and he told my grandmother she couldn't give her stuff away while she was alive. He also got her to sign a codacil (sp?) keeping my mom (co-executor) from co-executing, when my grandmother was sick and dying, using my sweet pushover aunt (who is particularly a pushover to technocrats like lawyers) as the witness). He didn't tell anyone this until my grandmother had died. But my grandmother was a wonderfully and terribly manipulative and sneaky sort; she left the silver tea service to me "to hemp with my medical expenses." The tea service was the possession most coveted by my uncle and his late wife. I have one of those chronic diseases, and so my uncle couldn't object to it going to pay for my medical expenses. My bills are getting paid, don't worry, but I am keeping that tea service until I'm dead. I might bury it in the ground with me. She helped raise me. I was (really) her favorite grandchild. I was, of course, unaware of this until one of my mom's brothers pointed it out to me, when my grandmother was ill. In my book, anyone who (essentially) steals from his sick, elderly mother by making her sign a codacil and pretending it's just some paperwork, and worse, tells her she can't give her stuff away while she's alive, deserves to see me using that tea service. (I actually enjoy and drink tea, too.) So that's my silver. Whence the silver utensils? Hehe. Both my partner's and my families are so 'old money' (actually my granny was 'the sort of people who bought their silver,' but anyway) that by the time we inherited (or were told we would inherit) silverware, it had been lost! :)

TheQueen

Lila (Lila! L-i-l-a, Lila. Welcome, Lila) - I hate to say it, but I've seen that type of behavior from lawyers who aren't even part of the family. Ones who would say, "Give me the tea service, I'll make sure it gets to the right person." And I especially like that you're using it.

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