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. 
It's not silly to be sentimental about a pot. It is a powerful symbol of so much love served up for you by your ancestors, and so much love you are passing on to your own family. As such, it's a truly beautiful pot!
Posted by: Kimberlee | February 16, 2007 at 04:13 PM
Oh sure, you get to keep a 100+ year old pot, but you made me throw away that couch and it was only 10 or so years old! I miss that old couch sniff...sniff ;-)
Posted by: Kevin | February 16, 2007 at 07:12 PM
What a beauftiful domestic image this is Bridget!
Posted by: Lisbet | February 17, 2007 at 01:26 PM