There is nothing that tickles me more than to watch one of my girls pick up a plate at a flea market or garage sale or antique store and immediately turn it over to check its hallmark.
This instinctive action is part of their collective DNA, bequeathed to them by my mother, their grandmother, their Nonnie.
Sometimes the insignia is a mystery- as in the china plate above. I found a stack of odd china pieces in this pattern in a large junk shop in Conroe.
I just liked them- I didn't care what it said on the back.
However, if you know anything about this pattern, please let me know.
Here is what it says: