The Mustache Cup Saga Continues . . . Sort Of

My post(s) on invalid mustache cups keep(s) paying dividends.  Yesterday, as I was looking through photographs while working on a different post on another subject, I chanced across a picture of my mother, Mummy Darling, that my dear brother Frecky sent me several weeks ago.  Taken in the 1940s when my mother was in her twenties, the photograph shows several shaving mugs displayed on the shelves behind her.  These are, I believe, the very ones that my sister Camilla referred to in her comments to my last post on the subject of invalid mustache cups.  What a funny coincidence, I thought.

Mummy Darling in her early twenties

Supposedly, the mugs in the photograph, which I recognize from when I was a child, once belonged to MD's grandfather (her mother's father).  He is shown sporting a rather impressive mustache in this cabinet photograph, from 1888, also sent to me by Frecky:

My mustachioed great-grandfather

Frecky reminded me after reading my last post that he had sent me the photograph of our great-grandfather and suggested that our handsome ancestor's mustache would rank well amongst those that I featured in my post(s) on invalid mustache cups.  And for that I am grateful, and I share the photograph herewith for my readers' edification.

Now, the mugs shown in MD's photograph do not appear to me to be mustache cups, as Camilla recalls, but rather shaving mugs, and similar to the one I inherited from MD that was once part of her collection.  I still do not recall ever seeing a mustache cup before purchasing the one that came with the Paris porcelain part-service we acquired several weeks ago.  But, who knows?  As I said, MD inherited rather a lot of Paris porcelain from her grandparents, and it is possible that a mustache cup, in addition to shaving mugs, was included in the china she got from them.  I just don't recall seeing one.

By the way, it was through this great-grandfather that I am related to my great-great-uncle Augustus Bertram Coolidge, whose silver I inherited.  The letter 'C' engraved on the silver is identical to the one painted on the china we bought that precipitated this series, pictured in the original post.

And with this, I believe I have exhausted the topic of invalid mustache cups in its entirety.  At least Boy hopes so, as he tells me he now knows more about this arcane subject and its peripheral connection to my family than he cares to.