This cup was my grandfather's. I think it was a gift from his coworkers. He drank his coffee from this cup every day. I remember how the spoon would clink against the sides of the cup as he vigorously stirred in the creamer and sugar. Towards the end of his life, Grandpa got forgetful. After he had been stirring for a minute, he would forget that he had already put the sugar in, and he would add more. Mom used to worry that he was getting too much sugar.
This is my Grandpa in 1944. He was in the military.
And just for fun, here is my grandmother in 1948. Wasn't she pretty?