Jeff looked at the cracked mug he found among his father’s possessions after the funeral. He recalled how its glaze brought to his mind calm waters under a blue sky when he saw his father drinking from it.
Wondering why his father had not thrown it away as useless junk long ago Jeff took the mug home and set it on his desk to hold pens. Decades later that’s more or less where it still sat charged with the duty of caring for odds and ends.
As Jeff reached his own last days he explicitly put the mug on a list of items that his son would inherit with an explanation that although the mug no longer served its original purpose it was something his grandfather drank from. Besides, it still made a great place to put pens and it had a beautiful glaze like calm waters under a blue sky.
Denise offers the word “junk” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
When I think of junk I think of the junkyard of Gehenna and the yearning that we, broken as we are, should all have to be saved, salvaged, born again, so we may be found useful once more.


Beautiful sentiment. I love your descriptions!
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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Lovely story Frank.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Something like passing the peace from generation to generation, a reminder that simple things can contain larger truths, as you comment at the end. Wonderful story.
Pax,
Dora
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Good point about passing the peace to the next generation. Thank you, Dora!
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Great inter-generational connection. We all could use more of them. I recently lost my father’s high school ring. It fell off my finger somehow. My sister gave me his 25 year service pin (with a diamond) from where he worked and retired from. The company went bankrupt. It is a little thing but means a lot and helps me connect.
Blessings for the great story!
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I am sorry to hear you lost his ring. Those things do mean a lot. May you find that ring.
Blessings and thank you!
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This is beautiful, and I like the phrase ”calm waters under a blue sky.”
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Thank you, Romi! I am glad you liked that phrase.
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That’s a nice little story. I hope that mug is in the family for a long time, and that the glaze holds up.
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I do, too. Thank you!
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Sounds like the write solution, Frank. 😉
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Thank you, Doug!
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This is beautiful. I can see the mug in my mind
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I am glad that mug is visible for you. Thank you, Marla!
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You’re welcome. I actually want to buy one. But without the chip in it … yet.
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I have several re-purposed mugs for pens and other ‘useful things’, but none with a sentimental connection like that. Good six, Frank.
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Those mugs do make good holders for pens. I don’t have such a mug as that either although I wish I did. Thank you, Chris!
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You really say a lot in a little. and a lovely story indeed.
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Thank you, Paul!
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What an excellent Six.
Engaging (of course) but with a certain peacefulness.*
*not a combination that is easy to achieve in such a brief format as our Six Sentence
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I am glad you found it peaceful. Thank you, Clark!
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Your piece sends a beautiful message, Frank.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Frank!
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A lovely story. I hope his son appreciates it and puts in his will when the time comes.
Here’s mine!
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I hope he does as well. Thank you, Keith! Your own story about Hilda was beautifully told.
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That’s so kind of you Frank, thank you.
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I think this is just lovely, Frank. So heart warming.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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That’s a superb Illinois sunrise photo. I like the use of the cracked mug for keeping pens and odds and ends. Same here, I think there’s a mug in each room holding pens and pencils – it’s the perfect container for these things.
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Cracked coffee mugs still make great containers. Thank you!
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I love how there’s a redemption and new use of that “junk”
There’s a parable here
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May we all be found useful. Thank you!
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Amen Frank!
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Holds much more than pens and coffee!
And that’s the best of the heirlooms!
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It holds all those memories. Thank you, Liz!
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Beautiful Six, Frank. Funny how something as simple as a coffee mug holds so much emotion – “He recalled how its glaze brought to his mind calm waters under a blue sky when he saw his father drinking from it.” Hopefully, Jeff’s son will one day appreciate it in a similar way.
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I hope he does also. He may over time. Thank you, Denise!
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Sometimes those small, simple mementos are the best.
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Those simple mementos are often the best.
I loved your story, Mimi! It told everything in one complaint about someone throwing away what belonged to someone else.
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Well done on the visualization and deeper meaning, Frank.
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Thank you, Mark, and Merry Christmas!
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I think many families have something like this mug, seemingly a minor object, but part of the family’s uniqueness.
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Yes, there are things that families keep that remind them of who they are. Thank you!
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