When we were first married, I spent my days working and figuring out married life.  We were invited to the big family fourth of July celebration.  I was assigned with bringing potato salad.  I thought, cool, no one can mess up, potato salad.  We drove to York, Pennsylvania and spent the night at my husbands Great Aunts house.  I didn't have a glass dish for the potato salad, but I did bring all the ingredients to prepare once we got to the house. I still needed a bowl, and his aunt just sent me to the attic to pick from the many collecting dust on the shelf.  She said, she just moved all her china up to attic, because she no longer entertains...I love going up into attics of old houses.  She had lived in this house since 1907 and it was the house she was born in, so there was much history.  I finished my potato salad and put in fridge to chill until I could find a serving bowl in the attic.  Potato salad must be chilled, and so I left it in the fridge while I went bowl hunting.  I wandered up the stairs, and it was a treasure trove up there, magazines from the 1930s, Victory Magazine from the world war...and it was so cool.  I found a shelf of beautiful bowls, and one caught my eye.  It was way up and behind, a box but that was the one, I grabbed the step ladder and moved the box to retrieve my bowl.  It was white porcelain with inlaid gold design all through the body, solid gold or seemed so handles, and a beautiful lid. The bowl was so dusty and yellowed with age.  I made a baking soda and peroxide mix to clean the inside, scrubbed the old yellow age discoloration on the inside.  It was just beautiful.  I took my potato salad out and scooped into the bowl.  We were off to the big picnic.  This was to be my first time meeting most of the extended family.  I was nervous but equally thrilled with this beautiful treasure I found for my potato salad.  We arrived, and I carried my potato salad into the pavilion and since we were newly married, everyone stopped and looked as we entered.  I held out my potato salad to my mother in law, and she said, "Oh, dear"....Oh..dear??? huh?? She asked where it was I found this pot...I said in the attic....isn't it beautiful...but soon...laughter roared through the pavilion...and my husbands aunt came over and put her hand on my shoulder, and said, "Dear one, thats a chamber pot"....oh...know...oh..my word...I can tell you, no one ate my potato salad, and 18 years later, I have yet been asked to prepare a dish for a family gathering...