Carolyn Burns Bass

Wishes for Dishes

One of my mother’s fondest memories of me as a young child occurred when she was scouting for Autumn Leaf dishes. It was 1962, we lived in Ontario, California, and I was about three years old. She had loaded my two sisters and me into our big, lime green, 1954 Cadillac called Betsy, where we stood up in the backseat, and unloaded us at a place called the Salvation Army.