Butter Pat Story

I love ironstone   I was introduced to ironstone by a sweet lady, Betsy, in Mount Dora   I collected yellow ware for years. My first ironstone was a butter pat. I was with my mom and she wanted a soap dish. I fell in love with the simplicity of the butter pat. It would be perfect to hold my rings. 

I tucked my package in my purse. A few days later, I remembered my purchase. It wasn’t to be found and mom didn’t have it with her dish. I looked in the car, no package. It must have fallen out. 

Many months went by, mom and I went to Rennigers in Mount Dora for my birthday. We found the most delightful dealer with ironstone. A casserole is what we bought. She had some pats so I added that as well. We all laughed that I better not misplace this one!

I put my beautiful casserole in my cabinet. I was totally hooked. The pat, again I could not find it. What was going on? 

I finally bought a floral butter pat for my rings. I just was not meant to have an ironstone one. 

Certain years I got a new ironstone casserole from mom. I bought a sugar bowl and gravy boat for myself. 

 

When my mom passed away and I was packing up her china cabinet there was an ironstone butter pat. Oh my did I cry. I grab it up and held it close. All of our antiquing trips and all I want was for her to be here. 

I really don’t know when she got this. I never saw her buy one but I sure was glad I had it. I finally got my ironstone butter pat at the right time. It has a special spot in my cabinet. 

  It is now HOME.   Di

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