The Pink Depression Glass was my Grandmother’s. I cherish it. She gave it to my mother, and during my youth, my father would make homemade vanilla ice cream in a hand-cranked wooden ice cream maker. Sure wish I had that today. Anyway, Mom served the ice cream in these beautiful stemmed dessert dishes. Oh, the memories. My father passed away Dec. 1999, and when I see these dishes, not only do I remember my Grandmother, but my father’s memory fills my heart.