08/20/2026
A Little Personal History…
When I was about eight years old—perhaps even younger—my Mama had a yard sale. Family members contributed things to sell, and among them I spotted this lovely little pitcher.
I had never seen a square pitcher before. I adored the colorful flowers painted on it, so I used some of my piggy bank money and bought it.
About a week later, my sweet Grandma Campbell asked Mama if she knew who had purchased the pitcher.
Mama told her, “Well, Laurie did.”
Grandma was so excited!
As I remember it, Grandma told Mama that the pitcher had been given to her by her Sunday School teacher when she was a little girl for memorizing her Bible verses. Suddenly, the little pitcher I had simply thought was beautiful became something much more precious.
I cherished it for many years.
Later in life, I knew how much joy it would bring my Mama to have something that had belonged to her mother, so I gave the pitcher to her. One Mother’s Day, I surprised her by filling it with pansies—her favorite flowers. Mama adored that pitcher.
When my Mama passed away, it came home to me once again.
Recently I told my granddaughter the story of the pitcher and, of course, about her great-great-grandmother, my Grandma Campbell. As I told her the story, I realized that this little pitcher has carried far more than flowers through the years.
It has carried love.
Grandma received it as a little girl.
I bought it as a little girl.
I gave it to my Mama with all the love in my heart.
And now another little girl in our family knows its story.
Giving brings such great joy. ❤️
And perhaps someday, someone else will tell the story of Grandma Campbell’s little square pitcher.
~ Laurie