An American Fiesta

Break some bread.

A couple of weeks ago Marcy felt up to going out and knew exactly where she wanted to go.

Marcy loves Fiesta dinnerware. Not like she loves pizza, but it’s in her top 10. It was our only “china pattern” for our wedding registry almost 17 years ago.

We eat off it every day, but Marcy keeps a few pieces on display in the kitchen. Recently, she even asked her Aunt Lois to send what she could spare from her Fiestaware from the 40’s.

So Marcy, Cricket, and I loaded into the van on one of our beautiful Fall Saturdays. We were off to see the Fall colors – of Fiestaware. Our friend Kara had told Marcy of an antique store in Nolensville that has a ton of Fiestaware.

The store is called “Heart Full of Memories” and its main business is antiques. Like any good antique store, they had a ton of merchandise strewn everywhere, some of it looking like it hadn’t been moved since it was placed in the store upon obsolescence.

There was so much stuff that the store was way too crowded with merchandise for Marcy’s wheelchair to get inside. There were six or seven steps to the welcoming front porch and I brought our portable ramp, but the steps were not even wide enough for the wheelchair.

Kara had told Marcy this was the case, but Marcy still wanted to see for herself. After all, it was Fiestaware. To Marcy, anything that stops others is just another challenge. And where there’s Fiesta, there’s a way.

Store owners Ed and Brenda came out to the van and were so nice. Kara had told them Marcy would love the store and they remembered Kara’s visit.

They also remembered our buying a couple of things from them at the Tennessee Fairgrounds monthly Flea Market.

After we saw them, we remembered their booth – they said they are there every month – but it has been months since we’ve been to the Flea Market and years since we bought from them. They go to the Fiesta factory and buy seconds and discontinued items so their prices are considerably lower than department store prices.

That Saturday they came to and from our van, bringing and returning Fiestaware for almost three hours. They brought pieces to show all the colors and styles, some of which Marcy had never seen. They patiently waited while Marcy blinked questions and preferences, then answered and retrieved accordingly. As Marcy found something she considered, we placed it on the dashboard of the van so she could compare her choices.

We really don’t have the money to buy everything Marcy liked. I guess we’ve never had the money to buy everything Fiesta that Marcy likes, but in the end, Marcy did buy a couple of things. And Ed and Brenda gave her a discount. And, after all, the thrill is in the journey, not the destination, right?

There must have been something special about the way Jesus broke bread. In addition to feeding multitudes with only a few loaves, after He was crucified, His disciples didn’t even recognize Him until he broke bread with them (Luke 24:30.) To this day, many people call eating a meal “breaking bread.”

We are thankful that Ed and Brenda have added to the “specialness” of our breaking bread.

If you know someone in need, there’s something you can do to help. You can find a way to help them make every day more of a fiesta.


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