<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:07:09.204-06:00</updated><category term='Baby Shower'/><category term='International'/><category term='Family Life'/><category term='Wedding Gift'/><category term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Life Event'/><category term='Turning Point'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='History'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Pick-me-up'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Child Care'/><title type='text'>The Red Plate Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories are the fabric of families, friendships and communities. The tradition of the "You Are Special Today" Red Plate has for generations been present at great and small moments of joy, struggle and growth. Share the stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7227743361557827510</id><published>2010-07-21T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:07:35.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Love from Grandma "Sugar"</title><content type='html'>FROM: MBB, Aliceville, AL&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, my grandmother (we call her "Sugar") would  let me eat off of the "Special Plate" for lunch when I came to visit  her. This truly made me feel like I was very special, and it was one of  the many things I looked forward to when I came to visit my  grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm older, and want to start my own traditions. My sister gave  me a "Special Plate" for my birthday one year, and I'm returning the  favor by giving her a "Special Plate" for her graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7227743361557827510?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7227743361557827510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7227743361557827510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7227743361557827510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7227743361557827510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-from-grandma-sugar.html' title='Love from Grandma &quot;Sugar&quot;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3748792017333029233</id><published>2010-03-03T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:10:25.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>A Plate Full Of Tears</title><content type='html'>As a pastor, I encounter families in many different ways. One particular family with several young children had set the “You are Special Plate” out for me on the occasions when I stayed for dinner. I found the love in that family to be a wonderful reflection of God's love. Tragedy struck that family when the father died suddenly. At the funeral, family members brought forward symbols of their father. Among them was the red plate carried by his daughter. I have never received at the altar a gift as precious as that red plate dripped with the tears of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TD, IL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3748792017333029233?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3748792017333029233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3748792017333029233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3748792017333029233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3748792017333029233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2010/03/plate-full-of-tears.html' title='A Plate Full Of Tears'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-211924396795924012</id><published>2009-09-18T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:16:31.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>From Our Mouths to God's Ears</title><content type='html'>FROM: RH, Burney Ca&lt;br /&gt;Story Content: My husband and I were going through pre-marital conseling with our pastor. He asked what kind of traditions we would like to have as a married couple. We said we would like to have a red plate. From our mouths to God's ears, we got our red plate. We just placed an order for a young married couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-211924396795924012?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/211924396795924012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/211924396795924012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-our-mouths-to-gods-ears.html' title='From Our Mouths to God&apos;s Ears'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2456585179265553592</id><published>2009-02-04T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:14:07.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Recognizing a Child's Special Moments</title><content type='html'>FROM: MPS, St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;My PEO Chapter had a baby shower for one of the newest and youngest members. All of the girls were surprised to learn and new and blessed tradition of recognizing a child's Special moments. We have multiple generations in this group and how nice to see something so simple but perfect carried on from one to another. SOOOO many of us have started to keep the Red Plate Tradition going in our families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2456585179265553592?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2456585179265553592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2456585179265553592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2456585179265553592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2456585179265553592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/07/recognizing-childs-special-moments.html' title='Recognizing a Child&apos;s Special Moments'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-570877114081437289</id><published>2008-11-20T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:22:00.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovering You Are Special</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;When people first discover the You Are Special Today Red Plate tradition, they are usually captivated by the opportunities it presents for life-giving affirmation of others. This blogger &lt;a href="http://amysrainbow.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-special-today.html"&gt;chanced upon a red plate&lt;/a&gt; refreshing memories of the plate as positive part of her childhood. How wonderful to have positive triggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-570877114081437289?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/570877114081437289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=570877114081437289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/570877114081437289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/570877114081437289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/rediscovering-you-are-special.html' title='Rediscovering You Are Special'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2633896458705114510</id><published>2008-07-10T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:26:54.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning of this blog we have enjoyed connecting people to the stories of those who celebrate the tradition of the Red Plate. This blogger's &lt;a href="http://www.mycup2yours.com/2008/07/creating-family-tradition-with-red.html"&gt;great post&lt;/a&gt; about how the Red Plate Tradition is meaningful in her family has the added bonus of many comments from readers. Some of talk about celebrating the tradition in a similar way but using blue plates, green plates and a special plate made at the pottery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blogger mentions having two plates so that she can let both her children know they are special. Perhaps she should get ready for the possibility that some day the tables may turn and the kids will set out the plates for her and her husband. Our family has two plates but six children (we aren't ready to go that far). We have enjoyed the ocassional "Twofer" with the plates set out for the grandparents, two children in the play, or by our kids for our own aniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most plates in one houshold we know of is the Masche family who were given six plates by RedPlateStore.com after the birth of their sextuplets in June of 2007. Six birthdays at the same time, Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2633896458705114510?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2633896458705114510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2633896458705114510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2633896458705114510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2633896458705114510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharing-family-tradition.html' title='Sharing the Family Tradition'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-103017938605207481</id><published>2007-11-03T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:19:12.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Creating Traditions</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;I know that most families who incorporate the red plate into family celebrations have a passion to create and maintain family traditions that strengthen and affirm individual family members. This adoption focussed blogger talks about the &lt;a href="http://birthparents.adoptionblogs.com/index.php/weblogs/creating-traditions-special-day-plate#comments"&gt;Special Red Plate&lt;/a&gt; and other "special plate" options. Make sure you go all the way to the bottom of her post where she links to other great ideas for creating traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-103017938605207481?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/103017938605207481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=103017938605207481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/103017938605207481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/103017938605207481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/11/creating-traditions.html' title='Creating Traditions'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3519827484841834295</id><published>2007-09-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:35:46.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Big Occasions and Small</title><content type='html'>FROM: LC, Yucca Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a Red Plate.  My mother would use it for big occasions as well as small - a birthday, a good grade on a test, a promotion for my dad.  We never knew ahead of time, it was something that she did to show us that she knew that it was an important day and that she loved us.  I look forward to the day when I am able to give my children that same gift of love and acknowledgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3519827484841834295?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3519827484841834295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3519827484841834295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3519827484841834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3519827484841834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-occasions-and-small.html' title='Big Occasions and Small'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3118604467646319525</id><published>2007-09-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:51:36.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Making Meals and Memories</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;I am always delighted when I see a blogger who comments on the role the "You Are Special Today" Red Plate plays in their family life. This fan of the red plate has some good suggestions for &lt;a href="http://mealsandmemories.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-special-plate.html"&gt; time to use the red plate&lt;/a&gt; along with other great ideas to make family meal time memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3118604467646319525?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3118604467646319525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3118604467646319525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3118604467646319525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3118604467646319525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/making-meals-and-memories.html' title='Making Meals and Memories'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3590477172873994701</id><published>2007-09-21T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:45:21.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Pass the Tradition on</title><content type='html'>FROM: EJM, Kansas City Mo&lt;br /&gt;I was given the plate in 1982 from a close friend.  My family has used the plate for milestone birthdays, First Communions, job promotions, knighting ceremonies, and most recently the introduction of my new daughter-in-law into the family. On my son's  30th birthday, his new wife was so impressed with the traditions behind the plate, that I purchased one for them for Christmas.  She was very touched to be able to start the tradition for herself and my son.  I am now planning to purchase one as a wedding present and pass the tradition on again. Thank you so much for the opportunity to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3590477172873994701?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3590477172873994701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3590477172873994701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3590477172873994701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3590477172873994701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/pass-tradition-on.html' title='Pass the Tradition on'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4108191120053522250</id><published>2007-09-11T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:36:19.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>September 11, 2001-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s1600-h/Lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s320/Lucas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108931604614082082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: CRW, Rockford, IL&lt;br /&gt;On this the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the USA I want to share a photo of Lucas, born September 11, 2001. Lucas turns six today and here he is enjoying a breakfast of homemade pancakes on our family's "You Are Special Today" Red plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as our country remembers those lost, we remember our blessing and extend our condolences to all who lost a loved one on the day we gained one. His name Lucas Samuel, chosen in response to the events the day of his birth means "bringer of light" "God has heard"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4108191120053522250?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4108191120053522250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4108191120053522250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4108191120053522250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4108191120053522250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-11-2001-2007.html' title='September 11, 2001-2007'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s72-c/Lucas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4116012390031997336</id><published>2007-09-07T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:36:41.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Six Very Special Babies</title><content type='html'>FROM: MR&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I contacted you about a possible discount and/or donation of Red Plates for a dear friend who was expecting sextuplets (see &lt;a href="http://www.maschemiracles.com"&gt;www.maschemiracles.com&lt;/a&gt;).  I was so appreciative of your willingness and enthusiasm when you called and said you would be happy to donate all 6 plates!  I am so thankful to report that the babies were born June 11 and all 6 are healthy and beginning to go home!  -  As just a small thank you, I decided to give Red Plates for two weddings we have coming up and have just placed that order with you.  Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM: GENERALIST&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure. I imagine they will be plenty of events in the coming years when those plate will be used for family celebrations. Congratulations Jenny &amp; Bryan and many happy years to Bailey, Blake, Cole, Grant, Molli &amp; Savannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4116012390031997336?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4116012390031997336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4116012390031997336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4116012390031997336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4116012390031997336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/six-very-special-babies.html' title='Six Very Special Babies'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3238001280469461363</id><published>2007-08-23T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:53:23.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><title type='text'>Hope Amid Sorrow</title><content type='html'>FROM: RAG,Brunswick, OH&lt;br /&gt;I was at a baby shower today and learned of the red plate I am so glad that I was there today because on April 21st I lost my brother, So I now have something to look forward to giving to my kids and to others who are close to me and they can pass this along to others. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT: From Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Our condolences on your loss. Your ability to see the value of encouraging and appreciating others even in your sorrow is a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3238001280469461363?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3238001280469461363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3238001280469461363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3238001280469461363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3238001280469461363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/hope-amid-sorrow.html' title='Hope Amid Sorrow'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7150707988969980235</id><published>2007-08-09T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:45:42.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Red Plate Treatment</title><content type='html'>FROM: JM, Santa Maria, CA&lt;br /&gt;Early in our marriage I learned of the red plate tradition from a friend and quickly incorporated it into our family's celebration of special occasions.  After all our children left home we took in a single man from our church as a border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming form a disfunctional familiy, Mike enjoyed the times of celebration when our family gathered for special occasions.  When his birthday came around I asked what flavor of cake he wanted me to make him.  He responded that he didn't care about the cake.  He said all he wanted was to make sure he would get the red plate treatment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7150707988969980235?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7150707988969980235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7150707988969980235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7150707988969980235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7150707988969980235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-plate-treatment.html' title='Red Plate Treatment'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8571106597234317929</id><published>2007-07-21T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:28:02.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'>Special Child Sparks Special Plate</title><content type='html'>FROM: DTE, Woodbridge, VA &lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!! I just got my very own red plate.  Over twenty years ago when I was in college, I went home with a girlfriend.  While visiting with her family I was honored to eat off of the " You Are Special Today" plate.  I thought that was nicest gesture.  Well, my husband and I just announced that we are adopting a child from Africa after 18 years of marriage.  After receiving her announcement that same girlfriend sent me a Red Plate so that I continue that tradition with my family as I begin motherhood.  I will cherish this gift forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8571106597234317929?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8571106597234317929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8571106597234317929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8571106597234317929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8571106597234317929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/special-child-sparks-special-plate.html' title='Special Child Sparks Special Plate'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6753395800172726591</id><published>2007-07-14T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:03:59.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FROM: KBY, Long Beach, CA&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the Red Plate. We always had it out for birthdays and other special events. When I got married 6 years ago, I was thrilled to find it as one of our wedding presents. My husband and I love to surprise each other with it on the table for birthdays, Valentine's Day and in the past 3 years for Mother's Day and Father's Day. We can't wait to start using it for our children. My brother is getting married in a couple of months and I can't wait to give him a Red Plate as a wedding gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6753395800172726591?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6753395800172726591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6753395800172726591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6753395800172726591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6753395800172726591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-kby-long-beach-ca-i-grew-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4555977487766769025</id><published>2007-07-12T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:44:05.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>I Fell In Love With It</title><content type='html'>FROM: CN, Tallmadge,OH&lt;br /&gt;My story is how I learned about your wonderful Red Plate. I was at a wedding shower and the lady next to me had given it as a gift and I fell in love with it! I haven't been able to buy myself one but I bought one for my daughter that got married in June. I have decided that it is going to be my gift to all my children as they get married (which I have to order 2 more this year) and for friends and family that are getting married. I just love it. What a wonderful tradition to pass on. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4555977487766769025?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4555977487766769025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4555977487766769025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4555977487766769025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4555977487766769025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-fell-in-love-with-it.html' title='I Fell In Love With It'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7316055484336110917</id><published>2007-07-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:58:48.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Future Mother-In-Law Surprises Groom-To-Be</title><content type='html'>FROM: MB, Littleton, CO &lt;br /&gt;Our daughter's boyfriend, Jared, invited my husband and me to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We had a pretty good idea that he was going to ask for our blessing before he proposed to Liz. So I brought my Red Plate in a large handbag and, while supposedly going to find the restroom, gave the plate to the wait staff to serve his dinner on. Fortunately, we guessed correctly! The wedding is set for July 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7316055484336110917?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7316055484336110917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7316055484336110917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/future-mother-in-law-surprises-groom-to.html' title='Future Mother-In-Law Surprises Groom-To-Be'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8498032761159401998</id><published>2007-06-27T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:50:24.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Back at the Table After Cancer</title><content type='html'>FROM: CW, Rockford, IL&lt;br /&gt;I was with my mother when she was diagnosed with cancer. She had been a great support to my wife and I with our young children and now we needed to be there for her. Thankfully, her surgery and chemotherapy removed all signs of the cancer. It was a very special event, when following all of her treatments she came to our house for dinner. At her place we set the red plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8498032761159401998?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8498032761159401998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8498032761159401998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8498032761159401998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8498032761159401998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-at-table-after-cancer.html' title='Back at the Table After Cancer'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8581197391610951455</id><published>2007-06-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:48:27.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Red Plate Birthday</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Bithdays are special days and this blog writer make sure that those with birthdays in their family know &lt;a href="http://cameronjettcook.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-special-today."&gt;"You Are Special Today."&lt;/a&gt; In fact it looks like every child at the party was made to feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8581197391610951455?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8581197391610951455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8581197391610951455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8581197391610951455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8581197391610951455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-plate-birthday.html' title='Red Plate Birthday'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6491570204815572982</id><published>2007-05-14T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:11:37.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Good Job Camden!</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;With The school year nearing an end, there are numerous opportunities to celebrate the efforts of children. This mother blogs about her son's hard work on the end of the year project and her use of the You are Special Red Plate to tell him &lt;a href="http://callapidderdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/telling-him-good-job.html"&gt; "good job!""&lt;/a&gt; Keep your eyes open and you will see opportunities to affirm your children and grandchildren. Thanks Katrina for this great story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6491570204815572982?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6491570204815572982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6491570204815572982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-job-camden.html' title='Good Job Camden!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8781386077809219115</id><published>2007-05-08T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:43:40.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Adoption - Welcome to the Family!</title><content type='html'>FROM: CL, Montrose, CO &lt;br /&gt;We have adopted two children, and our third is on his way.  We have used our red plates to commemorate first their adoptions, then other special days, and my sons love it!  My 7 year old insisted that I order another plate for his new 8 year old brother who is coming home from Kyrgyzstan in two weeks, he didn't want him to feel left out!  I have a plate for each of our children that will hopefully one day be used by their children as well when they have their own families.  As we await the arrival of our newest addition, our niece is pregnant and I wanted to start the tradition in her new family, so we are actually ordering 2 plates to welcome the newest arrivals, regardless of how they become a part of our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8781386077809219115?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8781386077809219115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8781386077809219115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-cl-montrose-co-we-have-adopted-two.html' title='Adoption - Welcome to the Family!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6514912339600130792</id><published>2007-04-14T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:23:55.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jennifer</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://mississippigirl13.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-year.html"&gt; "wonderful post"&lt;/a&gt; about how the You Are Special Today red plate had a featured role in birthday celebrations during this blogger's childhood. Celebrating differently this year while watching her two little ones during her spouses deployment I wanted to extend a "Happy birthday" (1 day late) to Jennifer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6514912339600130792?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6514912339600130792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6514912339600130792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6514912339600130792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6514912339600130792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-jennifer.html' title='Happy Birthday Jennifer'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-573917349540082107</id><published>2007-04-12T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:18:01.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick-me-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FROM: TB, St. Cloud, FL&lt;br /&gt;One of the traditions that holds a treasure chest of memories in our family is "The Red Plate".  For years, it has been used at our table when one of us had a milestone moment.  Birthdays, first day of school, first date, anniversaries, weddings, competitions, tournaments, "just because" times:...the list of reasons to celebrate each other is endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when we attended my son's White Coat Ceremony at the University of South Florida College of Medicine, I once again brought out "The Red Plate."  Feeling this was truly a landmark day in his life, we planned to celebrate at his favorite restaurant that evening.  I privately arranged with the server to bring Adrian's choice of entre on our family's red plate.  His reaction was one that I will long hold close in that secret place where mothers keep their most precious possessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes lit up and he paused as if wondering why this server was putting his dinner in front of him on a "red plate."  Then he beamed me a million watt smile and said to the server, "This is a long-standing tradition in our family. I can't believe my mom brought this plate all the way to Tampa for me!" The look we exchanged at that moment was priceless.  He then remarked, "Mom, you know you've got to leave this plate to me when you're gone; it is a part of me."  During the meal that followed, we talked about this piece of china that had been central to so many important days in our lives.  Adrian asked me when and where I had gotten the plate. I couldn't remember many of the specifics - only a beautiful blur of warm pictures pressed between the pages of my mind. My heart only knew it was thankful for the myriad of memories centered around that round red dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-573917349540082107?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/573917349540082107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/573917349540082107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-tb-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-743648232928536290</id><published>2007-03-27T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:35:27.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>13th Birthday with 8 Friends</title><content type='html'>FROM: SEM, Gladstone MO&lt;br /&gt;My mom has had the plate in our family for over 25 years. Whenever there has been a important event in our families life we get to use the "RED PLATE".  I have gotten to use it for many Milestone Birthdays but I remember waking up after a slumber party for my 13th birthday, and all 8 of my friends coming down for breakfast and there sitting on the table was the RED PLATE.  It allowed me to feel special and to share the story of the plate.  Now everytime we get it out, we can read all the memories on the back and smile fondly. I plan to purchase a red plate for my best friends wedding and start the tradition again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-743648232928536290?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/743648232928536290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/743648232928536290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/13th-birthday-with-8-friends.html' title='13th Birthday with 8 Friends'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1608173754635392485</id><published>2007-03-24T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:19:46.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Our Plate is Filling with Special Occasions</title><content type='html'>FROM: JS, Coopersburg PA&lt;br /&gt;I came across the red plate in a gift shop while vacationing with my Aunt and Sister.  It seemed like the perfect thing to start out my relationship with my boyfriend (now my husband).  We had just started dating and just got our first apartment together.  It is now five years later, and our plate is filling with special occasions such as our marriage, getting a new job, the birth of our son.  I can't wait to fill the plate with more special occasions.  The plate is displayed in our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, my best friend got married and I knew that the red plate would be a special gift for her, too.  So, I gave her one and wrote her a note of how much we loved our plate and can't wait until she can see how many good things will happen in her life and that her plate will fill with all those good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1608173754635392485?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1608173754635392485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1608173754635392485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1608173754635392485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1608173754635392485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-plate-is-filling-with-special.html' title='Our Plate is Filling with Special Occasions'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3325715581123851183</id><published>2007-03-20T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:49:50.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>The Best Baby Shower Gift Ever!</title><content type='html'>FROM: NK, Rockledge, FL&lt;br /&gt;I received my first RED Plate at my 1st baby shower. I'd never heard of it, and the person that gave it to me told me how it was used at special times in her house of 3 children. The way she talked about it really touched me and made me want to start my own tradition. I didn't use it 'till 5 years later, for my daughter's 5 yr birthday-that qualified as a special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 2 children and I've used it for good report cards, birthdays, work promotions, etc..., not just for the kids, but for adults too. Every time it comes out, it brings a smile to whoever gets to use it that day. I've bought a couple more to give to them when they are older. To this day, I can say, that was the best baby shower gift ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3325715581123851183?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3325715581123851183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3325715581123851183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-baby-shower-gift-ever.html' title='The Best Baby Shower Gift Ever!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6242018006345776038</id><published>2007-03-19T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:48:57.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Across Four Continents</title><content type='html'>FROM: SHB, Los Gatos CA&lt;br /&gt;I am one of nine children, growing up in South Africa.  We did not have a lot of money for birthday gifts but we were always made to feel special on holidays and birthdays.  The red plate has been a family tradition for many years and now as adults scattered across the globe on four continents, we continue this red plate tradition with our own families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6242018006345776038?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6242018006345776038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6242018006345776038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6242018006345776038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6242018006345776038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/across-four-continents.html' title='Across Four Continents'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2593903199964316214</id><published>2007-03-12T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:35:00.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Focusing on the Simple Joys of Life</title><content type='html'>FROM: DAS, Jacksonville, FL&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my family always had a "Red Plate" to recognize a member of our family for a special accomplishment. It was always just another way to celebrate our time together at the dinner table. Now as a parent with small children, we have continued the tradition. By focusing on the simple joys of life, we have found our nightly dinners at the table to be the cornerstone of our family, which none of us take for granted. Having the privilege to eat off of the "Red Plate" serves not only as a motivator for our children to do good in school. Sometimes maybe too good, since it also serves as a source of sibling rivalry when they both do well (we haven't bought a 2nd "Red Plate" yet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2593903199964316214?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2593903199964316214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2593903199964316214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2593903199964316214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2593903199964316214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/focusing-on-simple-joys-of-life.html' title='Focusing on the Simple Joys of Life'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1767884806674418779</id><published>2007-03-06T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:07:02.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>So Important We Can't Remember</title><content type='html'>FROM: BJM, Grundy Center, IA&lt;br /&gt;Through the twenty-five years our family has had the red plate, we have used the plate for events that are special to individuals in our family, and not just for the traditional birthday and anniversary events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day we were celebrating the engagement of our daughter Elizabeth and reminiscing with her about other times we have enjoyed the use of the plate. Elizabeth, my husband and I were all able to recall a day back in 5th grade when she came home from school and announced that she wanted the plate for supper that night, but that we would have to wait for supper for her to tell us the reason. Ironically, while we could all remember that part of the story, none of us could remember what reason she gave at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time it was of monumental importance, but years later we couldn't remember if it was a special award she was given, an event she was chosen to attend, or maybe beating all the girls in her class in a track meet. I know the plate was enjoyed for all those occasions. We use it celebrate little successes as well as huge accomplishments. We like our plate so much that we have given it as gifts for graduations, hoping that others will use and enjoy the plate as much as our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1767884806674418779?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1767884806674418779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1767884806674418779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-important-we-cant-remember.html' title='So Important We Can&apos;t Remember'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6961628746111113960</id><published>2007-03-05T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:12:56.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Always an Excited Response</title><content type='html'>FROM: RE&lt;br /&gt;The first red plate I encountered was as wedding gift 25 years ago from a dear friend. We have used it all these blessed years together and commemorate not only our special days, but now those of our children. There is always an excited responce to the recipient of the special attention. This past year on my son's 17th birthday, the red plate was out for his at his party, and our church youth minister was here to celebrate. Her heartfelt reaction to the plate was obvious and it reminded me of my first encounter with it. I had ben pondering what to get her as a wedding present the following month, and the answer was clear. When she recieved it amongst all her other wedding gifts, I was the first to get a immediate phone call of excitement and appreciation. May it bless her marriage and famly as it has mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6961628746111113960?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6961628746111113960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6961628746111113960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6961628746111113960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6961628746111113960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/always-excited-response.html' title='Always an Excited Response'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7456150821065895275</id><published>2007-03-02T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:33:02.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Breakfast on the Red Plate</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, they say, is the most important meal of the day. And this post of a &lt;a href="http://no-exceptions.blogspot.com/2007/02/presentation-is-everything.html"&gt;great looking breakfast&lt;/a&gt; presented on a "You Are Special Plate" is destined to make dieters decide to skip the grapefruit and go for the meat and eggs! I could be happy with a breakfast like that. Fat, but happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7456150821065895275?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7456150821065895275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7456150821065895275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7456150821065895275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7456150821065895275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/breakfast-on-red-plate.html' title='Breakfast on the Red Plate'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4046724485532266187</id><published>2007-03-01T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:56:46.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Celebrating My Effort</title><content type='html'>FROM: EC, IL&lt;br /&gt;After 16 years of being a stay-at-home mom, I took the leap and went back to college. It was a challenge for me, my husband, and my kids as we juggled our already hectic schedules. After the first year of classes, I had to submit work for review in order to be accepted into my desired major. Preparing for that review was stressful. The day I turned in my work for review, I returned home and found the “you are special today” plate at my place. My family was celebrating my effort even though we did not know what the outcome would be. I was touched. The following week was cause for a second celebration as I had passed the review and was accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4046724485532266187?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4046724485532266187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4046724485532266187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4046724485532266187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4046724485532266187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/celebrating-my-effort.html' title='Celebrating My Effort'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1332349515470896463</id><published>2007-02-27T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:50:00.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Appreciated and Timeless Gift</title><content type='html'>FROM: CS, Winter Springs, FL&lt;br /&gt;I was given a red plate when my children were small. It was given to me by my sister-in-law who has five brothers and they always had a red plate growing up to mark special occasions. I have three children who are now in college and high school and we have used our red plate for many special times. Over the years I have given a red plate often to friends as a baby gift so that they can begin their own tradition. It is a most appreciated and timeless gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1332349515470896463?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1332349515470896463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1332349515470896463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1332349515470896463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1332349515470896463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/appreciated-and-timeless-gift.html' title='Appreciated and Timeless Gift'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7200322613531572329</id><published>2007-02-26T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:45:40.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Baby's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>From: ALJP, Katy, TX&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a Red plate for my son's first birthday so that we can start the tradition each year of eating birthday cake off of the "You Are Special" plate. He is our most precious gift and is so special, we wanted him to have an extra reminder. Next month we celebrate his 3rd birthday and the Red plate will definately be present and for many years to come! I hope one day he passes on the same tradition to his children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7200322613531572329?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7200322613531572329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7200322613531572329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7200322613531572329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7200322613531572329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/babys-1st-birthday.html' title='Baby&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2175931444881037501</id><published>2007-02-26T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:51:12.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Passing Along the Tradition</title><content type='html'>FROM: MS, Algonquin, IL&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to remember special events in our family life.  The Red Plate is only taken out for special occasions.  I've wanted to pass along this tradition to my neices and nephews as they start their married life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2175931444881037501?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2175931444881037501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2175931444881037501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2175931444881037501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2175931444881037501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/passing-along-tradition.html' title='Passing Along the Tradition'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8646689654242833643</id><published>2007-02-24T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:59:46.591-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Moved to Tears</title><content type='html'>FROM: MMS, Tinley Park&lt;br /&gt;Since my children were very small we have had the red plate. We used it from report cards to birthdays and many days in between. When my daughter got married I gave her a Red Plate as a shower gift. She was moved to tears. Many at the shower never saw the plate and didn't unerstand the significance, but once she explained it became clear. It is now a special item in their new home too. It is one of my favorite shower gifts for new brides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8646689654242833643?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8646689654242833643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8646689654242833643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8646689654242833643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8646689654242833643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/moved-to-tears.html' title='Moved to Tears'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8769990193021003203</id><published>2007-02-23T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:01:35.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Warcraft Level 60</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Some would say that it can be difficult to find times in the life of a teenager when setting out the red plate is fitting, but this blogger shows, how with a little creativity, attention to their interests and willingness to hear "Thank's Mom!" when your teen actually says&lt;a href="http://daffodilfield.blogspot.com/2005/12/s2-reached-level-60.html"&gt; "Mom, you're wierd"&lt;/a&gt;, you can pull it off. Link shows the happy teen along with notes about the "special" event and a classic teenage response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8769990193021003203?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8769990193021003203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8769990193021003203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8769990193021003203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8769990193021003203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/warcraft-level-60.html' title='Warcraft Level 60'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1368161340128785613</id><published>2007-02-21T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:18:35.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Pass it on as a Heirloom</title><content type='html'>FROM: VM, Tustin, CA&lt;br /&gt;When my husband &amp;amp; I got married 35 years ago, my mother gave us the "Red Plate" and told us when we have children to be sure to use it on special occassions. We had 2 sons and when there was something special in their childhood we always used the "Red Plate". Our oldest is married and has a daughter and we gave them their "Red Plate." Our youngest son will be married in June 2007 and we have his plate ready to give them for a wedding gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and his daughter have finally been reunited after she been given up for adoption by her mother 36 years ago. For her birthday last year we gave her the "Red Plate". She was thrilled about her "Red Plate" and wrote to tell us she will use it for special occasions with her family! I think the "Red Plate" is a very special gift that can be passed on as an heirloom. It also makes that person feel very special and important! We not only use it for children but for adults as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1368161340128785613?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1368161340128785613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1368161340128785613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1368161340128785613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1368161340128785613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/pass-it-on-as-heirloom.html' title='Pass it on as a Heirloom'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6378731492985184640</id><published>2007-02-20T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:14:12.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>The Next to Die?</title><content type='html'>FROM: GM, Philadelphia PA&lt;br /&gt;Our family's Red Plate traditionally goes to the the person celebrating a special occasion. However, when we are celebrating a holiday, the plate goes to the oldest family member present or every once in a while the youngest. My husband got the Red Plate this past Christmas shortly after my Mom passed away. He remarked that you don't want to get the Red Plate because it meant that you were the next to die. Strange sense of humor!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6378731492985184640?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6378731492985184640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6378731492985184640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6378731492985184640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6378731492985184640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/next-to-die.html' title='The Next to Die?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2608881360892014296</id><published>2007-02-19T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:26:26.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Not Lost in the Shuffle</title><content type='html'>FROM: KMS, Marco Island, FL&lt;br /&gt;We have an extended family that lives nearby. Aren't we lucky? Well, because there are many of us it is easy for some to be lost in the shuffle. That doesn't happen when you have a special plate. We use it for lots of occassions...a good report card, lost a tooth, an extra act of kindness, a special guest, etc. We also use it for birthdays, fathers day, mothers day. I also find it makes a great gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2608881360892014296?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2608881360892014296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2608881360892014296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2608881360892014296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2608881360892014296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-lost-in-shuffle.html' title='Not Lost in the Shuffle'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6135050760669407672</id><published>2007-02-18T07:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T07:19:16.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>A Red Plate Scrapbook</title><content type='html'>FROM: KC, Quad Cities, IL&lt;br /&gt;We received our Red Plate from my sister-in-law for our wedding shower, and it is one of the most treasured gifts we have ever recieved.  We keep our red plate prominently displated and will be starting a "Red Plate Scrapbook" with pictures and the story of why it was a Red Plate day.  We love the extra way of telling people how special they are to us and seeing their reactions.  Thank you for helping us start a "Red Plate" tradition in our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6135050760669407672?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6135050760669407672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6135050760669407672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6135050760669407672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6135050760669407672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/red-plate-scrapbook.html' title='A Red Plate Scrapbook'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-668228097560527913</id><published>2007-02-17T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:46:27.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>A Tradition for over 30 Years</title><content type='html'>FROM: CNJ, Yuma, AZ&lt;br /&gt;We have used the Red Plate in our family for 30 years. Our kids all loved it and would remind me if I forgot to put it out. After my kids were grown and moved away, I found another use for the plate: I invited each of my Sunday School kids - and their families - over for a meal with me and my husband. Each time, I would use the Red Plate for my student - as the guest of honor. I also would ask the student questions of all her/his favorite things. They felt so special and would go back to class the next week and tell the other students about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-668228097560527913?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/668228097560527913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=668228097560527913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/668228097560527913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/668228097560527913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/tradition-for-over-30-years.html' title='A Tradition for over 30 Years'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-426777667263719409</id><published>2007-02-16T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:33:37.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>"Do you ever eat on it?"</title><content type='html'>FROM: SJC, Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever eat on it?", I asked Flora and her husband Don. "Oh, no! It's too precious for us! We have a special plate holder for it and we look at it every day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana and I gave Don and Flora a Red Plate for their 50th wedding anniversay because we've loved our plate for almost 20 years. We eat on ours for special occasions, though, and we always date and mark the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about the RED PLATE is that it never forgets those meals it shared with you and the honoree and it saves the memories of years worth of special times when you write the event on the back of the plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-426777667263719409?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/426777667263719409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=426777667263719409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/426777667263719409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/426777667263719409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-ever-eat-on-it.html' title='&quot;Do you ever eat on it?&quot;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-5628044916915579251</id><published>2007-02-15T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:31:56.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Embraced at Countless Celebrations</title><content type='html'>FROM: MLB, Finksburg, MD&lt;br /&gt;We received our Red Plate as a wedding gift in 1983. This plate has been embraced by countless celebrations from the major events to quiet happy achievements that become even more memorable with the table donned with the plate. My kids, who are both now in college, still get a kick out of having their accomplishments recognized by finding the plate at their seat for dinner. This plate has given accolades to events such as good report cards, first teeth, home runs, soccer goals, recitals, making the varsity teams, ring day, scoring well on the SAT, random acts of kindness to one another and just a few weeks ago celebrating my son's first successful semester at college and making the deans list for my daughter. It is a joy to give this plate as a gift with a note to let the receiver know what potential "Happy Ocassions" lie ahead to celebrate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-5628044916915579251?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5628044916915579251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=5628044916915579251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/5628044916915579251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/5628044916915579251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/embraced-at-countless-celebrations.html' title='Embraced at Countless Celebrations'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6250209344767894336</id><published>2007-02-14T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:12:54.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Let the People We Love Know</title><content type='html'>FROM: CP, Frederick, MD&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the red plate for our family was and still is (now that our children are parents themselves!) its versatility. It is perfect for acknowledging that good grade, birthday, poetry award, soccer goal, graduation, acceptance letter--in short, anything special. Its celebratory effect became obvious to us when our 35 year old niece became engaged and wrote to us that she had always remembered how we put the red plate out for her when she visited--this was the one and only wedding gift she wanted from us to start off her own marriage. Thank you for such a practical and uniqiue way to let people we love know that we notice them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6250209344767894336?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6250209344767894336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6250209344767894336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6250209344767894336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6250209344767894336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-people-we-love-know.html' title='Let the People We Love Know'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6439949307381929730</id><published>2007-02-13T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:06:36.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick-me-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Missionary Life Events</title><content type='html'>FROM: JH, Flowood, MS&lt;br /&gt;Being far from home serving as missionaries, we enjoy using our Red Plate for many occasions! Not only when our family celebrates birthdays, anniversaries, graduations or difficult days but when single friends serving alongside us have no one to celebrate their special events with, we carry our Red Plate to their homes or use the Red Plate for their place at our table when they celebrate with us. The Red Plate always brings a big smile to every one who has the honor of using it! Thank you for a very special plate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6439949307381929730?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6439949307381929730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6439949307381929730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6439949307381929730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6439949307381929730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/missionary-life-events.html' title='Missionary Life Events'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3163492655456058536</id><published>2007-02-12T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:05:01.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I Was Happy</title><content type='html'>FROM: EG - Age 8&lt;br /&gt;When I turned eight my family put the red plate out for me and I was happy. It made me feel special and that they were thinking of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3163492655456058536?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3163492655456058536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3163492655456058536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3163492655456058536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3163492655456058536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-happy.html' title='I Was Happy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3636085869846824199</id><published>2007-02-11T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:19:27.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'>Reunion and Hope After Katrina</title><content type='html'>FROM: EPUT, Norwalk, Ct&lt;br /&gt;In January of 2006, four months after Katrina struck New Orleans &amp; the Gulf Coast, my husband &amp; I left our home in Connecticut for New Orleans. We were two of many with family ties to that area who had to see &amp; feel first hand the enormity of the devastation. We have many cousins, uncles and friends there. We needed to be with them. Most were very fortunate to still have homes, but Katrina brought dispair to just about all. We listened to all the stories &amp; know that these special family members were all and still are trying to find a ray of sunshine after such a far reaching devastating experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family reunion while there, and everyone came. I think they were ready for some sort of celebration and hope. In one suitcase, I brought You Are Special Big Red Plates or a You Are Special Red Mug for all to have as favors. I wrote the date on the bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how Special we all felt !! But I can tell you these were the hit of the day....I have given your website to several who were there &amp; asked, "Where ever did you find such special gifts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me they use them for so many reasons all year round &amp; think about that day a year ago the sun came out................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3636085869846824199?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3636085869846824199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3636085869846824199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3636085869846824199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3636085869846824199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/reunion-and-hope-after-katrina.html' title='Reunion and Hope After Katrina'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1467230522402883120</id><published>2007-02-10T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:13:38.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Memory Book of Guests and Dinners</title><content type='html'>FROM: NAH, McKinney, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Our family received our first red plate when our eldest child (now 20) was just a todler. And so began our dinners with the red plate. At first it was brought out for the children on their big days. Their smiles and wide eyes were even brighter than the beautiful red on the plate. And always, the date, the occassion, and person were duly noted on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When relatives would make the journey to visit us the kids would always run to the cupboard to get the red plate to set on the table for them. But before it could be placed on the table they ensured that I wrote the date and the guests name too. So our dinner plate began to be our "memorybook" of dinners shared with family, loved ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we have filled that plate and begun more. It has become one of our family's signature gifts to others who have shared our table as we move, or as we share a significant event in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently one of our children traveled to New Zealand as a foreign exchange student. And yes, guess what she called and asked us to send as a special gift for her host family? A red plate. Since she had shared their table, their love, and so many tales she wanted to start the tradition for them while she was still there. So we added our note of thanks and mailed the plate halfway around the world. Our daughter then prepared a special meal for them, added her note and date and placed it upon their table and shared an "American" tradition with her Kiwi family. They have been such a special part of her life and it is wonderful to know that a special part of her will continue to share their table and forever be a part of their "memorybook" plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when my family is gathered together with the red plate we enjoy turning it over and reading and remembering together those happy occassions recorded on our plates. It is a real conversation starter as we recall all the love, laughter, and joy celebrated on each of those days. We hope that the families we have shared this gift with will find the same joy of reading and sharing their red "memorybook" plates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1467230522402883120?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1467230522402883120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1467230522402883120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1467230522402883120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1467230522402883120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/memory-book-of-guests-and-dinners.html' title='Memory Book of Guests and Dinners'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-5507268569888156782</id><published>2007-02-09T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:17:42.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'>A Visible Symbol of Our Special Bond as Family</title><content type='html'>FROM: BP, Chevy Chase, MD&lt;br /&gt;We use the "You are Special Today" plate for the usual occassions (birthday, anniversary, etc...) but also for all those days (big and small) in our children's life when they have achieved something, struggled with a problem, done a particularly good deed or just "need a hug". It's become a visible symbol of our special bond as family where we celebrate all aspects of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-5507268569888156782?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5507268569888156782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=5507268569888156782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/5507268569888156782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/5507268569888156782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/visible-symbol-of-our-special-bond-as.html' title='A Visible Symbol of Our Special Bond as Family'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4751815654455265613</id><published>2007-02-08T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:04:58.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Artifact in the Trophy Case</title><content type='html'>FROM: DGV, Derry, NH&lt;br /&gt;Opening of a New School - I was fortunate enough to be one of 60+ educators and staff to be hired at the new Barka School in Derry, NH. To commemorate our first year in the new school and to bring us together as a community, I purchased this plate to be sent around to staff members throughout the year. Everyone received this plate with a little treat and signed the bottom of the plate. It is one of the first artifacts to go into our school trophy case. What a beautiful way to bring a staff together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4751815654455265613?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4751815654455265613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4751815654455265613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4751815654455265613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4751815654455265613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/artifact-in-trophy-case.html' title='Artifact in the Trophy Case'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-474872476600848593</id><published>2007-02-07T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:04:58.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>A "Red Plate" Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>FROM: TH, Fort Worth, Texas&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jim gave me my first red plate in 1985. My husband and I would use the plate for our family of 6 as a "special" reward for a job well done, birthday, or maybe just an encouragement for a depressing day. Now I'm a grandmother and the gift that each of my children get when they marry is the precious red plate to share with their families and to start their own traditions. It is also the gift that I give for weddings to close family friends because they know it's not just a plate but a tradition starter. Surely everyone needs a "red plate" kind of day every so often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-474872476600848593?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/474872476600848593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=474872476600848593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/474872476600848593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/474872476600848593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/red-plate-kind-of-day.html' title='A &quot;Red Plate&quot; Kind of Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-9027532456196637076</id><published>2007-02-06T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:08:56.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick-me-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Turn Around A Terribly Horrid Day</title><content type='html'>FROM: DG, Mount Holly, NJ&lt;br /&gt;We received the red plate as a wedding gift. I hadn't heard of it before this, but I thought it was the greatest gift. My fondest memory of using the plate is one of the once-in-a-blue-moon times my husband has cooked dinner for me. I came home from work after a terribly horrid day, and dinner was waiting. When I saw my dinner was neatly arranged on the red plate, it made everything better. It just calmed me, and really made me forget about my horrible day and I took a seat and enjoyed my meal. So it really isn't just for birthdays, anniversaries, etc. this plate can do some major cheering up! I am currently pregnant with our first, and I can't wait until she is old enough to be able to feel special by eating off the plate! I now buy one for every wedding we attend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-9027532456196637076?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/9027532456196637076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=9027532456196637076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/9027532456196637076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/9027532456196637076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/turn-around-terribly-horrid-day.html' title='Turn Around A Terribly Horrid Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-10745498271809079</id><published>2007-02-05T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:28:51.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Au Pair Birthdays</title><content type='html'>FROM: TR, Great Falls, VA&lt;br /&gt;We received the Red Plate for a wedding gift on June 15, 1991. We did not know what it was! But it is the one gift that has lasted and that I remember. We now have two boys, age 13 and 14. Even though they are typical teenagers, they want to use the Red Plate on their birthdays! We use it for every special occation - Santa Claus, au pair birthdays, visitors, our own birthdays. It makes special days even more special. It is displayed prominately in our kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-10745498271809079?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/10745498271809079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=10745498271809079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/10745498271809079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/10745498271809079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/au-pair-birthdays.html' title='Au Pair Birthdays'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3289857612780133390</id><published>2007-02-04T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:15:13.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>On Top of the Sunday Dishes</title><content type='html'>FROM: SK, Greenville, SC&lt;br /&gt;The Red Plate always sat on the top of our Sunday dishes signifying it's high priority. Our family of five children, four with spouses, gathered each Sunday after church services for traditional roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, along with home made rolls. The Red Plate was placed at the seat of the "honored guest" for the week - always when a birthday occurred, but also when something of significance had taken place in the life of one of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One significant event was when our 21 year old son returned from his two year mission to Madrid, Spain. Due to mission rules of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we had only be able to talk to him personally on Mother's Day and Christmas for the last two years, though we corresponded by letter weekly. What a special reunion it was to have him home safe and sound after the long separation. And of course, the Red Plate was ready and waiting for our sweet son's first Sunday dinner back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3289857612780133390?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3289857612780133390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3289857612780133390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3289857612780133390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3289857612780133390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-top-of-sunday-dishes.html' title='On Top of the Sunday Dishes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-935112312593833817</id><published>2007-02-03T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:05:41.914-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Tradition 35 Years Strong</title><content type='html'>FROM: SAS, Houston, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Over 35 years ago, our family received a "Red Plate" as a bread and butter gift. When three of the four girls married and started their own families, each received their own "Red Plate" to continue or begin their own traditions. I use the "Red Plate" for every holiday meal and family gathering, selecting a "person of the day" to recognize (birthday, anniversary, graduation, new guest, so forth). Now, I give a "Red Plate" as a shower gift to all of the new brides in our family and to special friends and children of friends. I also include a letter from us telling them about our traditional and why they are special to us and why we give the plate. Now, at showers - everyone knows my gift and all the new brides and recipients all light up and say, "We have one of those, we have one of those!" I also make sure that the gift recieves my signature packaging: Toile wrapping paper tied with silk ribbon and dried roses. It is always an anticipated, welcome and appreciated gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-935112312593833817?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/935112312593833817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=935112312593833817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/935112312593833817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/935112312593833817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/sharing-tradition-35-years-strong.html' title='Sharing the Tradition 35 Years Strong'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2555702412421734346</id><published>2007-02-03T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T07:35:27.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Baby E!</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a baby for cuteness. And this post of a happy one year old with her cake on a "You Are Special Plate" is no exception. &lt;a href="http://purplekangaroopuzzle.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-es-first-birthday.html"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby E&lt;/a&gt;. These are great "before" pictures, but having six kids and many birthday cakes, none of mine ever looked as clean "after" getting their hands on the cake. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2555702412421734346?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2555702412421734346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2555702412421734346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2555702412421734346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2555702412421734346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-b-day-baby-e.html' title='Happy B-Day Baby E!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3643242647874514638</id><published>2007-02-02T06:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:59:18.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Celebrate the 'Little Things'</title><content type='html'>FROM: JDL, Austin, TX&lt;br /&gt;We started using the red plate this past year. We have 3 young children and I find that I am constanly trying to make sure they are each getting enough individual recognition. The red plate is a great way for me to celebrate the 'little things' in their lives. I am now giving this to my friends who are all in the same crazy stage of life as me. It is a perfect, yet subtle, reminder that we need to cherish the present times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3643242647874514638?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3643242647874514638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3643242647874514638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3643242647874514638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3643242647874514638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrate-little-things.html' title='Celebrate the &apos;Little Things&apos;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2322432931402399289</id><published>2007-02-01T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:01:34.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>From Children to Parents</title><content type='html'>FROM: JBD, Scotch Plains, NJ&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of our 10th wedding anniversary, my husband's three sons and their wives gave us our "You Are Special Today" red plate.  Everytime the family gathers, someone is selected to have the honor of using the red plate - sometimes it is a special event in their life, sometimes it is by drawing names from the hat.  Our Red plate has brought us many joyous memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2322432931402399289?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2322432931402399289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2322432931402399289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2322432931402399289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2322432931402399289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-children-to-parents.html' title='From Children to Parents'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1692358402688171127</id><published>2007-01-31T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:14:39.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'>Returning Home From the War</title><content type='html'>FROM: MB, Conifer, CO&lt;br /&gt;We use the Red Plate for every possible celebration! We have used it for birthdays, first day of school, 1000 day birthdays, being 100% potty trained, our children asking Jesus into their hearts, riding bikes for the first time without training wheels, anniversaries, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our favorite was just last month. My husband was deployed over to the Middle East, and had a heart attack. After spending a few weeks in the hospital in Germany, I was able to airlift home with him. What a remarkable time to was to arrive home at dinnertime, on Christmas Eve!! The Red Plate has never had such a special meaning as it did that night as our four young children rejoiced over Daddy returning home from the war!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1692358402688171127?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1692358402688171127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1692358402688171127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1692358402688171127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1692358402688171127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/returning-home-from-war.html' title='Returning Home From the War'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7882664554583912374</id><published>2007-01-30T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:06:02.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Every Birthday A Red Plate Event</title><content type='html'>FROM: JCS, Thousand Oaks, CA&lt;br /&gt;When our wonderful neighbors welcomed their second daughter, I included the following explanation of the "Red Plate" with their "Red Plate" gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Red Plate" is a tradition in our home.  Having had five children, we wanted each child to feel special at various times.  If one of them got an "A" on a test, he/she would have dinner on the "Red Plate."  Every birthday was a "Red Plate" event.  The "Red Plate" was always available for a great try in a sporting event, helping a sibling unselfishly, an award from school, going above and beyond what was expected of them, receiving a letter of acceptance from a college, a visit home from college or the Navy, a job promotion, a wedding, a new baby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is our pleasure to pass this wonderful tradition of the "Red Plate" onto your family in celebration of the birth of your beautiful daughter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were thrilled to begin the same tradition for their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7882664554583912374?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7882664554583912374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7882664554583912374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7882664554583912374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7882664554583912374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-birthday-red-plate-event.html' title='Every Birthday A Red Plate Event'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1807488214760326272</id><published>2007-01-29T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:16:44.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>Keep the Family Solid</title><content type='html'>FROM: BJR, Portage, MI&lt;br /&gt;Letting our loved ones know that they are special is the best gift we can give each other. In the busy world we live in, and taking into consideration the statistics of successful marriages and family time together, showing this special love is even more important. That is why as a wedding gift I give the Red Plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it can continue or start a tradition in these couples and their future children that helps keep "the family" solid by remembering how special they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1807488214760326272?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1807488214760326272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1807488214760326272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1807488214760326272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1807488214760326272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/keep-family-solid.html' title='Keep the Family Solid'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7550907810265727283</id><published>2007-01-28T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:08:24.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>A Self-Esteem Dream</title><content type='html'>FROM: CA&lt;br /&gt;My first introduction to the Red Plate was when I was teaching pre-school. One of the parents brought a Red Plate in so that her child could use it for her birthday treat. All of the parents and I went crazy for it. It has been a huge part of all of our family's celebrations ever since and a must-buy for showers, weddings, and new babies. The celebration would not be complete without the Red Plate. It's a self-esteem dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7550907810265727283?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7550907810265727283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7550907810265727283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7550907810265727283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7550907810265727283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/must-buy-for-showers.html' title='A Self-Esteem Dream'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6531341191022103083</id><published>2007-01-27T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:17:42.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Mom Made Others Feel Special</title><content type='html'>FROM: JB, Piedmont, SD&lt;br /&gt;The day Mom brought home the red plate from her Christian bookstore, we were all excited. It was going to be a special birthday tradition, she announced. No one was surprised. It was just like Mom to work to make others feel special. It was not unusual for her to use her best china for leftover stew when a man came to help us work on the church on Saturdays. She loved to make things lovely so that people felt special. Now that she's in heaven, I continue the red birthday plate tradition by presenting one to each of her grandchildren on their wedding day, along with a note regarding its significance. I know Mom would approve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6531341191022103083?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6531341191022103083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6531341191022103083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6531341191022103083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6531341191022103083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-made-others-feel-special.html' title='Mom Made Others Feel Special'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8944872229956211650</id><published>2007-01-26T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:18:36.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child Care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Extended Family Life</title><content type='html'>FROM: SCI, Hancock NH&lt;br /&gt;As a family child care provider in my home, our red plate has been shared with those children whom I care for, those who I love as my own, during their early years in my care. Their birthdays are acknowledged, the births of siblings, loss of first tooth, riding a 2-wheeler, etc. just as they were for my (now) teens. The Red Plate has become such a tradition in my preschool care program that, as a parting gift to my most recent children, moving on to public school, each was given their own Red Plate to introduce in their immediate families and carry into the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8944872229956211650?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8944872229956211650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8944872229956211650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8944872229956211650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8944872229956211650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/extended-family-life.html' title='Extended Family Life'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1716482168061829985</id><published>2007-01-25T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:23:26.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>It Just Doesn't Seem Like a Birthday</title><content type='html'>FROM: JLP, Raleigh, NC&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember a time when Mom didn't have her Red Plate. She pulled it out for every birthday, graduation or special occasion. My brothers and I are all grown and on our own but we get together almost every Sunday as a family for dinner. Of course, the red plate doesn't come out every week, but it just doesn't seem like a birthday without the red plate. We all look forward to our special days when we can eat off of the special plate. And now that we are all grown, we each have our own red plate that we can use within our own families and carry on the tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1716482168061829985?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1716482168061829985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1716482168061829985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1716482168061829985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1716482168061829985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-just-doesnt-seem-like-birthday.html' title='It Just Doesn&apos;t Seem Like a Birthday'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3639727320664566628</id><published>2007-01-24T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:23:53.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>The "Magic of the Red Plate"</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;It was a time honored tradition among early American families that when someone deserved special praise or attention they were served dinner on the red plate. Today, this custom, so dear to early American families, returns to remind us that a simple reward can mean so much. The Red Plate is the perfect way to acknowledge a family member's special triumphs...celebrate a birthday...praise a job well done...reward a goal achieved...or simply say &lt;b&gt;"&lt;a href="www.redplatestore.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=11"&gt;You Are Special Today&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/B&gt; When the Red Plate is used, any meal becomes a celebration honoring that special person, event or deed. It is a visible reminder of love and esteem. This is a way of showing someone dear to you that they are appreciated and remembered. The Red Plate is designed and crafted to become a family heirloom as it is cherished and passed from one generation to the next marking life's important milestones. The Red Plate...Make it a tradition in your family, symbolizing the good and happy times. It will speak volumes of love, when words just aren't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3639727320664566628?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3639727320664566628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3639727320664566628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3639727320664566628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3639727320664566628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/01/magic-of-redplate.html' title='The &quot;Magic of the Red Plate&quot;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
