I was cleaning out a cupboard the other day and came across the oldest glass that I posses. It belonged to my mother - has no monetary value as it was mass produced and the only remaining remnant of a six part set. It It is around sixty years old and badly chipped but I can remember drinking out of it as a child. So although it is merely broken glass I cherish it as though it were chipped from a diamond!























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