When I was a very little girl, our next door neighbors were elderly sisters. They had taught school for many years In fact one of the ladies was my father's Latin teacher. He Graduated from Wichita High School in 1925. She had this old porcelain rabbit in her house. I always admired it and one Easter she gave it to me. It had been her mother's and now I have had it for over 60 years. It must be well over a hundred years old. It always comes out at Easter along with a sweet milk glass hen sitting on her nest, that was my grandmother's. She was born in 1875. She had eaten her poached egg from this dish as did I as a little girl. My first daughter wasn't too keen on eggs, but my younger one ate boiled or poached eggs for breakfast every morning. She had lots of different egg cups for her soft boiled breakfasts and this dear little hen sitting on her nest guarding a poached egg.
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