We had dinner with my mother last night (pork roast, black-eyed peas and cornbread, and it was unbelievable), and right before we left she asked me if I'd be interested in these bowls that had been given to her at her wedding shower a few weeks before she married my father over 40 years ago. I was like, hmm, let me see, I WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU GAVE THEM TO ANYONE ELSE, so yes.