My goodness, I got going about Daddy's fork and then, I traded pictures of an ancient 1 1/2 cup pan Dad made simple syrup in or boiled something really small (duh!) with a blogging friend.
That friend showed me some pictures of old things that were left after his mom passed away.
When I was in my teens and even early 20's, my mother would show me some things that she had from her mother and none of it, even those things of hers, were of the least import to me. I didn't care and I thought to myself that they were ugly.
MY...how we change when we get a little mental as well as physical maturity. Now these things are treasures and certainly they are memories. That picture I sent him of the little pan dad used so often showed how terribly coated it now was. Dad kept it clean but one has to face that there was/can be a residue not always visible on the outside of the pan and so years later the pan looks like heck! All black and brown. However I love that pan and don't want to try to scour and polish it all away. There are even more marks on the left side (he was right handed) where he stirred or used his fork in the pan and its contents. :-)
I took the picture in May.
Stopping by. It has been über busy for me thee past several weeks and this week is as wel. Love all of you. xxoox