Beer Steins

So...my family lived in Germany in the early fifties and Dad collected a few beer steins. They're interesting but not anything I particularly want. My brother, Dave, was born there and spent about 3 years there with his family in the mid eighties. Because of Dave's association with Germany, and maybe partly being the oldest son, it was decided some time ago that when the time came, he would get the beer steins. None of my siblings have an issue with that and my dad was pleased with the agreement.

Well, one of the problems with Parkinson's is short-term memory. Dad called last week and asked if I thought the local (Timberville) museum might have an interest in them! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO! "Dad, remember, we already decided that David should have them"  "Oh yes, well it was a thought as the Coffman family is strong in this area and the steins cross over that family. But no, David should have them."  My mother is a Coffman, and some of them did settle here before heading to Tennessee but the fact that they may have connections with any of the beer steins is so far of a stretch that it defies reason.  The beer steins remain safe...for the moment.

Dad called today and wondered if the Smithsonian or some other museum might be interested in knowing about the beer steins........................................