My grandmother prepared countless meals for her six children, a vast number of relations, and friends, in this pot. When my mother left home, Grandma sent the pot with her. My mother cooked countless meals for her ten children, a vast number of relations, and friends in the pot. I can't remember exactly when she gave it to me, but I only had a couple of itty bitty kids at the time. Rarely a day goes by that I do not use this pot to prepare meals.
It's silly to be sentimental about an old pot, but I am. I love to see the pot filled with food, bubbling merrily on the stove top. I love to wash the pot and remember my Grandma and all the women of my family who have gone before me, serving their families by cooking. It must be close to a hundred years old by now. It looks like this humble pot will be serviceable for another hundred years of cooking family meals.