There must be a story.

 There just has to be.  I can feel it.

Here are the thoughts dancing in my head.. 

Back in the 1920's, 30"s, 40's,  I don't think life had so much "stuff" as it does today.  I expect that life had some hard edges and these little tea cups brought color and finery to a household.

 I bet there was such pride when coffee or tea were served in these little pieces. I bet there was a wonderful feeling of good ... ...

 I can just see the steam rising, the fingers wrapping .... 

and, no awareness that years and years would go by and someone would walk by the curio cabinet and think ....

.... I so wish I could wrap my fingers around this cup and sit and talk with you. I want to hear your stories of how these came into your life. I want to hear the stories that were told as you were sipping from this cup.  Was it about weddings,  babies,  family and friends?

I long to know the stories. But, they will remain quietly captured in these little pieces of history.

So pretty, so sweet .....