Rouge
I have told this story so many times that I hope I haven't already told it here!
My mother was born in 1918. She was to be baptized in St. Peter, Minnesota, where all of her mother's relatives lived. My grandfather ended up making the train trip from their home to St. Peter with my mother but without my grandmother because she was too sick to make the lengthy trip.
Along the way my grandfather totally forgot what my mother was supposed to be named. (The name must not have come from him. lol) While he was looking out the train window on the trip he saw an advertisement for Melba cosmetics painted on the side of a boulder. He had my mother christened Melba.
Some years ago when my mother was visiting me here we went antique shopping as we did quite often. In one of the shops we found a small red pot with a gold lid bearing the name "Melba". Inside were the remains of bright red rouge from the Melba cosmetic line.
Of course my mother bought the pot (for $1.25) and I keep it on the vanity since my mother's death. It makes me smile every time I think about the initial story and how the pot ended up in her possession.
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My mother was born in 1918. She was to be baptized in St. Peter, Minnesota, where all of her mother's relatives lived. My grandfather ended up making the train trip from their home to St. Peter with my mother but without my grandmother because she was too sick to make the lengthy trip.
Along the way my grandfather totally forgot what my mother was supposed to be named. (The name must not have come from him. lol) While he was looking out the train window on the trip he saw an advertisement for Melba cosmetics painted on the side of a boulder. He had my mother christened Melba.
Some years ago when my mother was visiting me here we went antique shopping as we did quite often. In one of the shops we found a small red pot with a gold lid bearing the name "Melba". Inside were the remains of bright red rouge from the Melba cosmetic line.
Of course my mother bought the pot (for $1.25) and I keep it on the vanity since my mother's death. It makes me smile every time I think about the initial story and how the pot ended up in her possession.
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Wonderful story, Annette. Did the rouge pot have that dear little round applicator (the puff)? I remember playing with my mother's rouge when I was a little girl. Not for me; I applied the rouge to my two little sisters' cheeks because they were so cute, and I wanted them to look pretty.
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No. If it had an applicator that was long gone. I think though that this red "goo" was applied with a finger though.
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