About a fortnight ago, I wrote of my excitement at harvesting my first few stalks from the rhubarb that grows, in the big blue pot, at my back door. I think my delight in its growth, went to the rhubarb’s head, for, today, it was producing flowers from its crown. Flowers on rhubarb are a no-no, if you want healthy, strong rhubarb stalks, so I whipped outside and chopped off their little heads. Ouch! I felt brutal and mean, especially when I observed them closely and realised how pretty they (the flowers) are, all tight, pale greenish-whitish buds, tinged with tips of deep pink-pinkness.
To assuage my guilt, I brought them inside and placed them amongst my latest Constance Spry-esque flower arrangement of catmint, complete with wildlife (aka aphids).
So, why the plate in the photo, if you please ? Mostly, because it happened to be on the dish rack when I was arranging the rhubarb flowers, and I was taken by the way the colours of the plate’s rose design complemented the colours of the rhubarb buds. Like this….
But, it’s also on display because I had just finished reading an article by a Christchurch company, Underground Overground Archaeology , which is currently piecing together the pre-1900 history of our city, through all manner of artefacts, including broken pieces of china. The article prompted me to look with fresh eyes at my every-day dessert plate . There it was, sitting casually, air drying by the kitchen sink, as it, or one of its 5 companion pieces, has often done for nigh on twenty years. Yet its humble positioning, and purpose as a simple receptacle of a steady diet of sweet treats, belies the plethora of stories it contains within its brim.
Let’s take another look at my little plate
What would my treasured possession reveal, if it were to be unearthed a hundred years or more, from now, by fine-toothcombing archaeologists. For sure, it would be obvious from its Franciscan markings that its pottery origins belong to the American company, Gladding, McBean & Co., which began production of Franciscan dinnerware in 1934, in Glendale, California. They would easily discover that its Desert Rose pattern, issued in 1941, was an overnight success and became the most popularchina pattern ever made in America. And they would know that my little piece tells the sad tale of the decline and sale of Gladding, McBean & Co, and the subsequent manufacturing of this famous American/Franciscan design in England. http://www.replacements.com/thismonth/archive/v1209j.htm
But will they guess at the trifles and cakes and custards it has held? Will they guess at the number of times it has been licked and scraped clean by eager tongues and fingers and spoons? Will they wonder how this small piece of England and America came to rest in a small suburb, in a small city, in the south of the Southern Hemisphere? Would they see a young woman, ‘umming and aaahing’ at Abraham and Straus, White Plains, New York, trying to decide if she should buy 6 little bowls that didn’t match any of her chinaware, but were the perfect shape and size for her desserts? Would they realise that the young woman chose them mainly on the basis of their form, the way they nestled comfortably in her hand ; that no one in the china department was at all helpful at explaining why there was Made in England china amongst the stands of Made in America; that no one told her that Franciscan dinnerware was favoured by Jacqueline Kennedy; that it was famous!
And would they believe that the treasured dishes travelled from New York to Cairo and back again and, then, across the seas to far New Zealand? Could they tell that my Desert Rose sat at table in a Cairo suburb, in the company of the most beautiful and most sweetly perfumed of ‘desert’ roses, the Baladi Rose ( rosa gallica var. aegyptiacus ) ?
Would they hear, rippling across its surface, the songs that it has heard over the years? Elly Ameling sings Les Roses d’Ispahan
Perhaps, they will know and hear and see, if my blog survives as long as a fragment of china! But, isn’t it extraordinary, that a fashioned piece of clay, something intrinsically fragile, can carry the weight of history; the clues to our existence? Next time you plate up your ‘pud’ or your food, take a moment to consider what else is in your bowl. Hopefully, you won’t find the aphids off my catmint or a piece of poisonous rhubarb flower 🙂
Note: If you click on the word Constance, above, you will find lovely information, via the excellent blog of Teamgloria, on the remarkable Constance Spry.
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A lovely post. I thoroughly enjoyed it! I had no idea that rhubarb flowers. As I was reading about your Desert Rose dish, I thought I recognized the name of the china company. I got up and looked in my China cabinet, and sure enough, my mother’s wedding china is Franciscan, Renaissance pattern. She and my dad married in 1952.
The Renaissance China looks like a very elegant China, most suited to a wedding set. How lovely that you still have it. I have a few pieces of my grandmother’s wedding set but it is quite plain in comparison. Until 2013, I had no idea either that rhubarb had a flower. In this post, I wrote that the rhubarb flower is poisonous. Until today I believed that to be true. Now I read on WordPress that the flower is edible in small quantities. https://scottishforestgarden.wordpress.com/2013/05/08/eating-rhubarb-flowers/
My mother gave me her wedding china when she moved into assisted living. Every time I have her over for a meal, I serve it on the wedding china.
That sounds lovely. My mother, who is now 96, frets if we bring out the good china, in case we break it! She wasn’t so anxious about it when she was younger, and, as best as I can remember, none of us ever broke any of it. 🙂
Just for fun, Liz. This is my great grandmother’s china. Possibly a wedding present. The pattern is Vermont by Burgess. I don’t know why it was called Vermont, but it intrigues me how china connects us to so many places all over the world. https://silkannthreades.wordpress.com/tag/burgess-chintz/#jp-carousel-6006
Now, here’s a freaky coincidence. I have a faculty colleague named Burgess from Vermont!
Goodness, that is freaky!
I have never seen rhubarb flowers, so first of all thank you for bringing me here and answering that question for me. But most of all thank you for writing this lovely, thoughtful piece and making me think about the history of my own domestic artifacts.
I have begun to shed the stacks of plain, cheap crockery that was bought in our “all the families round to ours for a barbecue” days, in favour of a few beautiful pieces that have come to me from my parents, I have found in antique and op shops, or bought from artisan makers.It gives me such joy to eat and offer and share food served on lovely objects which were made with care and maybe love. I wonder what archaeologists of the future would hypothesize about my world if they had only my kitchen to study.
It’s an interesting thought, isn’t it! Hopefully, archaeologists would say, “here lived someone who loved beauty.” I haven’t managed to discard all my cheap crockery but, like you, I am making an effort to use pieces which I love, for one reason or another. Sometimes, I will take out an item from the cupboard just for the pleasure of holding it. (Blush) Hope you are enjoying lovely food on lovely plates this weekend.
🙂 I do the same thing. And plan food photography shoots around the plates, etc I want to use.
Teehee! I approve, heartily. 🙂
Love this! And now that I know the answer to the mystery flowers, I will go back and respond to today’s related post.
Love this! Will now go back and respond to today’s related post.
Cynthia, I am glad you came by to check out the answer. 🙂
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This is so much fun, Gallivanta!
My Desert Rose dishes were my Aunt Louise’s, and she began purchasing pieces in 1945. She loved them and felt any food looked better and more appealing when served on her Franciscan plates. I inherited them when she died, and after 18 years I find I’m very attached to them. When I make a family dinner and we all sit around the table and join hands so one of the grandchildren can ask the blessing, I’m certain Aunt Louise is there with us, smiling.
Thanks for a wonderful reminder.
It is lovely to know that we share a love of these Franciscan pieces. I wish I had more but the 6 wee plates I have were all I could afford at the time. And,now,that it is just my husband and myself at home I can’t justify buying more china; we already have far too much. So, I will be content with my 6 plates and vicariously enjoy your plates from your Aunt Louise, if that’s okay with you. 😉 I enjoyed the green eggs and bacon; delicious thank you. Right now, I am serving lemon cheese pudding in my Franciscan plates. Would you like some? 😀
Mmm, rhubarb! Strawberry-rhubarb jam is my favourite. I never thought to add any blossoms to the vase. They always get left on the ground willy-nilly when I karate-chop them off the plants. It looks very pretty!
Karate chop! Too funny. I have to say, the blossoms wilted rather quickly in the vase, so perhaps they didn’t really enjoy indoor living.
They don’t last long outdoors, either – maybe they just aren’t meant to be.
Possibly not because rhubarb is not usually propagated by seed, is it? And I haven’t come across rhubarb honey, so the bees may not have a use for it.
That has me thinking – inquiring minds want to know, right? I wonder…
Wondering is good.
I haven’t had rhubarb since we moved south. I remember the flavors. What a big difference from the sour bite from a raw stalk to the sweetness of the pies brightened with strawberries. But not I feel a bit homesick and nostalgic. Thanks for also adding the dessert plate for a taste of your life story.
Oh, I hope you aren’t too homesick 🙂 I haven’t tried the strawberry/rhubarb combination (ever!) but I am determined to do so this season. Do you still make pies where you live now? What would be the main type of filling?
My apartment has no (working) oven, so I make smoothie drinks when I have a sweet craving. I am a big fan of bananas, and cherries. Apples, cinnamon, and nut butters are great too.
My dad went apple picking with his wife last weekend and talked about the flavors and textures of the varieties. THAT made me homesick. lol
Cherries and apples are favourites with me too. Today I saw a recipe for an apple and plum smoothie; it looked divine. And, if your Dad is picking apples around Maine or Upstate New York sort of areas, I am seriously jealous. I adored the apples in New York. For awhile, I didn’t have a working oven and I made my cakes by steaming 🙂 Rather laborious and time consuming! And I made a type of bread in a frying pan 🙂
You might be my best friend on a camping trip if you can bake in a dutch oven. I haven’t had plums like the ones we picked off of my neighbor’s tree when on the way to school. He caught my little brother and I climbing his tree and we thought we were in big trouble. He let us go on the condition that we put as many plums as we ate onto his front step as payment. I was grown before I realized he had gotten too old to get them for himself.
It would be a test of my memory and my skills to use a Dutch Oven again; I enjoyed the challenge of it when I had to make do without a proper oven. I have gotten lazy in my older age 🙂 How funny about the plums. A wise old neighbour. Also, I would much rather children helped themselves than see fruit go to waste on the ground.
I think he was trying to teach us not to take things without asking as we cut across his lawn like little imps, and I grew up honest and considerate. He seemed to really enjoy our visits after that. (Memories of Maine apples and plums)
I am sure he did 🙂
I feel I have traversed far and wide reading your post and the interesting comments from readers and your good self. I see you have enjoyed added some orange peel to the cooking rhubarb. My Mum loved that and swore it reduced the acidity as well as adding a “little something.”
As I cough and hack on here I feel warmed by the colours and beauty of your post.
Yes, I took your advice about the orange peel and it works a treat. I do hope you feel better soon. A little of my ginger and orange flavoured rhubarb would help you I am sure.
Excellent! Do you know I have had no sense of taste or smell for over three days now and my hearing is reduced too….it is quite a virus but improvement is happening little by little.
How miserable. It’s so dull (and annoying) and makes eating the food you need to be well such a chore. I have been looking at a Household Book that I bought as a fund raiser from our Hospice Shop. It is a reprint of the Nurse Maude Household Book (from the 1920s?) and tells you useful things like “how to make a cough mixture”; one needs syrup of squills! Whatever that is! Does that make you feel better?
I’ve no idea what syrup of squills would be but an effective cough syrup would be a jolly good thing right now:-) I must look up a couple of ye olde recipe books and see what they advise as restoratives.
Well, here’s the hilarious explanation of syrup of squill http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Syrup_of_squill which will probably make you cough with laughter
and here is the more reliable one http://botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/s/squill86.html
I must remember to impress my Trekkie daughter with my new knowledge about syrup of squill. 😀
Here is a link to the mysterious squill: http://botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/s/squill86.html
An expectorant is what I need but it does sound a strong plant to be brewing up. Sometimes the threat of nasty medicine can see a rapid improvement in health!!!! I hope so. My lovely MotH has just been to get the shopping and snaffled a fresh asparagus bargain for me as a treat….or yum. I hope my taste buds are back tomorrow
LOL, I have just sent you the same link!! And, another snap; I bought asparagus today too. Saving it for tomorrow though. Enjoy, if you can. The first asparagus of the season is usually so good.
I saw our snap link too! Oh fresh asparagus…what a treat and like you it is on the menu tomorrow. Fingers crossed my taste buds are back. Enjoy yours!
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Beautiful photos.
Thank you 🙂
You brought great memories back to me with my grandmother growing this delicious plant.
Wonderful. Grandparents always seemed to have gardens full of wondrous edibles 🙂
I’ve never seen rhubarb flowers – there’s a first. Are you being careful that your cat doesn’t upset the vase trying to obtain the catmint? What a lovely journey your dishes have had. I’ve got a few well-travelled sets myself! They never seem to get broken on our numerous relocations! (by the way, I was told I looked like Jackie Onassis the other day – must have been my sunglasses)!
Ooooh, how nice to be told you looked like Jackie O, I think? Did you like that? I am sure your dishes have some great stories and, yes, I am always astonished at how few breakages we had in our travelling days. I laughed about the catmint. Our cat isn’t interested but, some years ago, I took a bunch of flowers from my garden to a friend. It contained catmint and her cat went crazy and eventually knocked the vase over!!
Beautiful arrangement…rhubarb flowers have such a rustic charm about them, I think, and they deserve to be displayed as decorations. I loved your story about the dish…it’s not really something I’ve thought of much, as most of my dishes are mass-produced and utilitarian, but I do have some teacups and saucers that were my grandma’s…I wonder what sorts of gatherings she used them at and where she got them. Maybe there was a story to them that is now lost.
I have mass produced dishes too ,and they can have their own extraordinary stories . Perhaps you are creating a new story with your grandma’s teacups? I might be tempted to fill one of them with rhubarb flowers 😉
I never knew rhubarb flowered! I never cut my Nepeta either, yet the pale green leaves look lovely cut. I love your rose pattern plates, I am very fond of the simple, natural designs they made at the beginning of the 1900’s and I have a few favourite pieces myself.
I knew that it flowered but I didn’t expect it to do so this early in the season. Question that occurs to me; if I had left it, would the bees have enjoyed it? Google is not being helpful with an answer. 😦 Many plants find their way in to my vases, particularly if they are plentiful like catmint or even regular mint. Lovely to have you come by and read my garden stories; and to have the bonus of you joining as a follower. Thanks.
Hi. I pick the flowers from my rhubarb every spring and don’t give them more than a first glance. After this I will pay more attention! Jane
I was probably only paying attention because it is my first time to grow my own rhubarb 😉
It’s a fascinating thought! What would they discover far into the future about our everyday household items. Yours is well traveled so are many of my little items. History has always caught my imagination. I can stand and stare at some old china in a museum and “see” what it has seen. A great story that started with your stubborn rhubarb producing flowers 🙂
Indeed! It’s fascinating to contemplate what items have seen. And rhubarb, the plant, has seen some wonderful sights and travelled through many a land in its plant history. Do you know Garrison Keillor? Apparently even he is caught up in rhubarb history 😉 http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2013/08/14/keillor-to-host-the-rhubarb-show-this-fall/
I don’t know him but a Rhubarb Show is an interesting concept 🙂
It may be a lot of talk about nothing 😀
I haven’t had rhubarb since I left England! I think we got rhubarbed out as children – rhubarb crumble, rhubarb pie, rhubarb and custard, etc. etc. – it was given to us plentifully by thoughtful gardeners. Thinking about it now though I feel quite nostalgic 🙂 I have seen it here but it always looks small and half grown; not how I remember it at all. I am not sure I have ever seen the flowers before – such a pretty delicate colour.
I think a great many children got rhubarbed out! And often the rhubarb was not presented in the most attractive way so they got grossed out as well. Another blogger recently told me how to add orange peel to rhubarb to enhance its flavour; it really works a treat. Now, I love rhubarb even more! I don’t think I had seen a rhubarb flower before either. Hope you can find a little bit of rhubarb to taste. It can be quite small and still be delicious.
Hmmm, rhubarb with orange, that sounds intriguing and the thought is appealing to my taste buds as we speak. Maybe I should give rhubarb another try next time I see it in shops!
Or wait until you go back to the UK in rhubarb season 🙂
You are like me, Gallivanta, feeling sorry for the rhubarb flowers. I’ll also try to make a decoration next time. 🙂
And I am sure you could take the most beautiful photo, too! They are very pretty.
What a lovely post! Yes, often things have a story and history and it is quite interesting discover them. The rhubarb flower is beautiful!
It certainly is. I googled to see what a group of flowering rhubarb would look like and they make a very pretty display. Do you see buckwheat nearby? Apparently buckwheat and rhubarb are the same family. I think the flowers may look similar but I found it hard to tell online!
I guess I have not noticed them…but maybe now that I’m aware I might see them!
Maybe 🙂 That’s usually the way; once you aware about something you start seeing it everywhere!
Lovely writing, interesting post, wonderful photos, great story! AKA a post from YOU! Cheers~
Thank you 🙂
One plate, many stories! Ah my dear friend, you must tell the stories. Many years ago I was on an archeological dig in Northern Manitoba. Every time we unearthed a “hearth” or a “chard” there would be rejoicing. We all knew there was a story – but we never fully pieced it together! 🙂
Dear Clanmother, I am working through my stories, one plate at a time, I think!! But, sometimes, some of the stories are so old, by now, that even I have trouble piecing them together! But, now, I am ‘all ears’ for your story, because you tell me that you worked on a dig!
Gallivanta
The rose on the plate is so beautiful, definitely looks like a collectors piece.
It’s special to me but it’s not quite as collectable as the Desert Rose pattern which was made in America.My pieces were made in England and then marketed in the US. However, if I ever saw any of the pattern here, I would probably ‘collect’ it rather quickly whether it was UK or US made :). Do you collect any china?
Delightful post…it made me smile, What a wonderful way to start the day.
So glad I gave you a ‘rosy’, happy start to the day 🙂
Wow! That is quite a view from looking at a seeming piece of ordinary household item. A wonderful story. I really enjoy the story and the lovely photos 🙂
You have a kind heart for feeling brutally cut of the little rhubarb heads.
Aww, thank you. I do like to see the flowers of all plants, lettuce, spinach, parsley, whatever is in the garden, so it felt weird to cut off the rhubarb flower 🙂 The plant worked so hard to make that flower!
What a beautiful post – and beautiful plates. I have never seen this before but understand your thoughts and love for it. I hope they will last many years yet!
I wish I could find the time and the peace to contemplate things as wisely and poetically as you do. Thank you so much for sharing it all.
Thank you. I really do hope the plates last as long as possible because that size of dessert plate is so very hard to find. Mmm..well I have to confess my contemplations are usually much interrupted but I am fortunate, in some respects, that I don’t have to follow a strict timetable of out of home activities.
What a lovely story. Yes, I do like to think both about the provenance of things (especially those pieces which we brought back from our travels, like your dessert plates) and what traces are left behind too. Here in Arles, there is a lovely Antiquities museum and I am especially drawn to the “everyday” artifacts. What amazes me most is that something as delicate as glass (and it is especially delicate glass) could remain in one piece for thousands of years…
I am sure your home is full of lovely tales of provenance, even with some of your newer acquisitions, like the paintings of Ben and Kingsley 🙂 And, Arles, has some serious Antiquities…..we are such a young place by comparison. Yes, glass is extraordinary. I seem to be able to smash a ‘good’ glass so easily ,yet, in some circumstances, it endures and endures. On glass and the everyday; we have these funny, small glasses in Australia and New Zealand, called vegemite glasses because they once contained vegemite. They are utterly indestructible and I love them…one day they will probably feature in an Antiquities display 😀
My mum has a plate with the rose on it too, and we were acrually watching while it was being hand painted, when I was a teenager. She still got the plate in the attic as we can’t use it, it has not been glazed. It does look lovely though. I wonder if you can drink catmint tea, like normal mint tea, which is ever so refreshing.
That must have been so interesting, watching the plate being hand painted. And it’s lovely to think there is now a treasured plate tucked away in the attic to take out and look at sometimes. Mmmm….not sure about drinking cat mint tea; I will stay with normal mint tea.
Sad thing is not everyone will have such a textured archeological dig like yours…most will be idea or white dishwasher safe Williams plates that thy will say not again!!
That’s true but, in fact, archaeologists seem to love everything they find, how ever basic or ordinary. 🙂 I was actually thinking how my purchase of that particular china was one of your ‘blink’ moments! I really had no idea about its history at the time. It’s a pity, though, that my Desert Rose is not stamped Made in America because they are true collectors’ pieces!
Oh! You are so very delicious with the generous dollop of hyper linking and the like!
And such a sweet story about the pudding bowls and their provenance and far travels. Lovely. Lovely. And we know Glendale well. We had tea with someone not so long ago in Glendale! Such a small world it tis.
Ah, I thought you might know Glendale 🙂 And did you use Franciscan tea cups? And I must apologise to Gladding McBean which still seems to be in business in Lincoln California. It was only the Franciscan side of the business that was sold, apparently http://www.gmcb.com/franciscan/
I thought I was soft-hearted – but you beat me hands down 🙂
LOL! I once tried to be very brutal with snails but I was so filled with remorse afterwards that I now only pick them off the plants and place them on the grass; might as well leave them on the plants!!!!!