Missing a piece?

After two years of college in Ohio our daughter has decided that she misses the South and will return here for law school and the rest of life. It makes sense: Between Macon and Fort Myers, she has spent most of her life in Dixie, but, like all teenagers, she thought she was missing out on something and wanted to leave to discover what that exactly was. Evidently, it was gray skies and cold weather and little boys and girls who (gasp) do not say "ma'am" and "sir."
So, we have a Southern Renaissance in our house these days. Haley finally read "Gone With The Wind." It is her new obsession.She's eating up anything Lilly Pulitzer.And now, prompted by a book on Southern women, she's become fascinated by silver patterns (as in eating utensils.)
True story: When we lived in Macon we were spending a weekend on St. Simon's Island with native-southern friends when we passed a small shop and the man said, "Oh this is a great spot to get a missing piece of your silver."
Me and Carol: "Silver?"
Friend: "Certainly. What is your pattern?"
Carol: "You mean like knives and forks, right? My mom has the family silver right now. We don't have any."
Friend: "Well, what is the pattern?"
Carol: "I don't know."
Friend (incredulous): "My dear ... I'm sure you are the only woman in north Macon ... CERTAINLY the only woman in the St. Andrews subdivision ... who does not know her silver pattern!"
End note: The silver is ours now. The pattern: Rose Something-or-other.