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I am so excited to end up as the owner of one of my grandmother's serving items: her brassware from somewhere in Asia. It appears that I am the fourth person to be asked to provide a home for this treasure. It fit no one else's lifestyle.

Twenty-five years ago when my grandmother died, my granddad dutifully split up the set between my mom and uncle. My mom immediately gave her half to her brother. "What would I ever do with brassware?" Apparently he didn't have a good answer either because the set stayed packed in a cardboard box for over two decades. Along the way I heard that my cousin would be inheriting the brassware. (I got the crystal which is beautiful and rarely used, but I always had a fascination with the brassware.) My cousin married, was offered the brassware, and turned it down. The big question became: "What do we do with the brassware?"

"Bring it to me," I said.

I am certain that the three people before me who rejected the brassware were really locked into the issue of "It doesn't match the china" or "When would I ever use china?" Good for me. The brassware is perfect in our craftsman home with tag sale pottery.

My biggest problem now is figuring out what piece is what. The set is truly enormous with utensils for everything I can think of and apparently some that I cannot imagine. It appears we can have assorted seafood, fondue, and still never run out of forks. There are three forks in the photo and a number of others in the set.

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