My mother, like most women, had a few pieces of delicate glassware that sat in a safe place. One such set was a demitasse coffee urn and cups. I remember it well because I was in charge of picking that set out as a gift from my mother’s friend. I had gone with this friend to Dallas one summer to go to the theater and other things. She wanted to give my mom this gift and asked me which set. As God brings this to mind this morning I remember there were several sets in that shop and some were …