Every holiday, anniversary, or significant social gathering, my mother would bring down the good china from the cabinet. It wasn't an important occasion without it. I learned to associate this china with delicious food, good company, and mostly happy times. So it was wonderful to unpack each piece and pack it away again securely in an airtight plastic bag inside another plastic container for storage. Amazingly, only one small bowl got broken.
I don't have all the pieces. The teapot, pitcher, and gravy bowl never made it here (unless I have them elsewhere and forgot them, but I don't think so), but the rest, service for 6--dinner plates, salad plates, tea cups, saucers, and one little odd staffordshire gravy boat and one matching little oval serving dish, made it fine.