In a message dated 08/06/2001 3:43:14 AM Central Daylight Time, neillliberal@onlinemac.com writes: > Jeannie you bring back memories that no one else rembers. Oh, but I do. Every summer when I visited my aunt and uncle in Robertson County I watched for the peddler to come driving down the hill toward their house. Not every year did he make his rounds during my brief visit, but how I loved looking inside his truck when he did. It was unbelievable how much stock was stored in every nook and cranny. Kind of reminds me of my desk, except that he was better organized. We didn't have a peddler come by our house in Hendersonville. We lived within sight of "the blacktop," so I guess we weren't far enough out in the country to be good prospects. But we welcomed the Jewel Tea man with the same anticipation. Back in the 1950s, my mother was featured in their company magazine as a twenty-five year faithful customer. The picture shows her sitting with the Jewel Tea man kneeling beside his basket of products. I wonder how many hundreds of pounds of Jewel Tea coffee we drank in those years? And I wonder how many Jewel Tea cups and saucers we used and broke and replaced? I don't recall ever having any other dishes on our table but Jewel Tea, and now I understand they are highly sought after collectables. As well they should be because there is a happy memory in every one of them. Joyce