Sam or Mary Yancy on thu 17 jun 04
I have a mug made by a young lady in my ex-office (at United Airlines (At the time-1960's) going through a lot of difficuclties with her boy friend (Fiend?). Swas beaten up when she came to work ocassionally and I had to councel her to get rid of him and procusicute - (apparently no friends or family) . During those years there was not much more that I could do leagely. As It was around x-mass, I as her manager had arranged a special company x-mass get-together - but for her - especially. She saw all the gifts and the party afterwords and said very little ---- BU, she left her boyyfriend, left the comnpany and moved to the east coast. About a year later, she sent me a Mug that she had made. I still use it every morning for my special first coffey and think about her for a few minutes.. You never know where GRACE comes from. Could be from the pot you buy. Any mor stores like this. Peace be with you. Sam in Daly City.
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The mug I drink from in the morning as I peruse daily musings on the
computer is chosen for pure beauty and inspiration (and from my current
favorite potter). The mug I choose to drink from on my drive to work is
functional, larger, AND beautiful and satiny to the touch.
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