I know most would think, wow, that's an old plate! And they'd be right. This is the pattern of Correlle that my grand parents had. I realized our plates were being sacrificed by a 4 and 2 year old, thus I was in the market. All the sudden I was taken with nostalgia and decided I wanted to remember my "Mama and Daddy" more than every once in a while, and now I do. Multiple times a day. You see my grandparents on my mothers side, were very special to me. They weren't perfect, but it seemed that their foibles were much more forgivable than other peoples. My grandmother was organized, well versed in the kitchen, caustic and quite creative. My grandfather was sweet, silly, stern and very special to me. We named our first after him. They made up a world that was good, balanced and stable, when my world wasn't those things. I knew where they stood- and they loved me unconditionally. I love these plates. I love the memories they bring back. And Yahweh knew the right time and price to bring them into our home. I found a kickin' deal at a thrift store. 5$ for the lot. And that makes it even sweeter. Sidenote: When I brought them home my husband enjoyed the nostalgia with me, and also apparently had foggy memories as using this plate when he was a boy. See, we were meant to be together!