A Very Special Communion Cup

Our mom is the sort of person who likes to know that you have spent time and thought on her presents, rather than store bought gifts she will never cherish. She especially enjoys homemade gifts, and that is why we have so many different gifts that dad made specifically for her, enough in fact to be able to make a website!

This set would be a lovely addition to any home and also makes a great gift.

Each set includes 4 goblets and table engraved with excerpt from Luke 22:19 "Do this in remembrance of me".
•   Cup 1 1/2" x 2" with .17 fl oz capacity
•   Table 9 1/4" x 5 3/4" x 1"
•   Handcrafted from sturdy Oersted Metal
•   Covered feet to protect surfaces
•   Dull Antique Finish

This tray is a great complement to our medieval style communion goblets.  

It is designed to fit four cups.  The table comes engraved with the verse excerpt from Luke 22:19 "Do this in remembrance of me".

•   Measures 9 1/4" x 5 3/4" x 1"
•   Handcrafted from sturdy Oersted Metal
•   Dull Antique Finish

It all began with a pretty Royal Albert teapot

The teapot was a Christmas present for my mom one year when I was very small, and ever after it became one of her special treasures. We often tease mom that she should have been born in England during the Victorian era; she loves teapots, teacups, and all other dainties.

Tea for two or three or more? 

Complete your table setting with our cute teapot napkin rings.  Purchase this with our tea pot trivet to complete a tea-riffic look for your next tea party. One lump or two?

•   3 1/2" wide and 2 1/4" tall
•   Handcrafted from sturdy Oersted Metal
•   Bright Antique Finish

The history of our famous ice cream scoop

It all began years ago from a pattern of my dad’s old friend, Dave Howell. Twenty two year old Dave and his sixteen yearold wife Ida, moved from their home in New Mexico—in the midst of the devastating Dust Bowl—to find a new life in Lynwood, California.

“Bean Soup…Anyone?”—All about our Ladle

The genesis story of my dad’s ladle began years ago with a dear old friend. His name was Dave Howell. My sister Ashley already mentioned Mr. Howell in one of her histories, but I will talk about him just a little bit more.