Monday, May 14, 2012

Currier and Ives - Part Four


Hello Dear Ones!
Are you sick to death of seeing my collection of Currier and Ives dishes?
I hope not, but if you are, I give you permission to leave.
It won't hurt my feelings, well...maybe just a little bit.  :)

 I have a set of these sweet frosted colorfully painted Currier and Ives glasses. 
There were eight in the set originally and all were sitting in their own wire carrier.
But alas, I never had the carrier and never had the eighth glass. :(
These glasses were produced during the 1950s.

 As you can see, each glass has a pretty scene on them that travels almost entirely around the glass.


Here's a little info I found that you might be interested in:

“These glasses were hand painted by Gay Fad Studios in Lancaster, Ohio owned by Fran Taylor. Their work has become some of the most highly prized in the Kitchen Glass category. These glasses were made as an accessory to all colors used for the Currier and Ives china. 
We are only aware of 8 different Currier and Ives scenes on the glasses.”

There was a pitcher that went with these glasses.
I've never seen one in person but I would love to have one.

Then I have a set of four beautifully painted plates of the four seasons. 

 They hung on my breakfast room walls in a previous house. 

 At the bottom of each plate is says Currier and Ives and the season.

These plates were made in Japan and are just decorative.
I still think they're pretty.


This is my collection of Currier and Ives pieces in living color! ;)

I have one more post to go about my dishes and then I promise I will stop.
But I have to admit, I've so enjoyed bringing these pieces out and playing with them.


Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Starry Starry Night (I just love this song even though it makes me sad)

Starry starry night

Paint your palet blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's LOVING hand
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mclean_don/starry_starry_night.html ]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you,
Vincent,
This world was never ment for one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn
A bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will
~ sung by Don McLean