Great-grandmother’s Frying Pan
Thinking it mine, I seldom think it hers.
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i like skill in the skillet and frying relic/fine relic. i have some genes from grandma but no jeans from her. maybe the genes are a better inheritance. thanks for sharing.
Fantastic... we really do have alot in common in our technique as well as out motifs.. thanks for making contact... I'm showing you a friend... keep in touch
Fine Poem. Well-built and almost palpably solid. Gives the impression of having the same kind of heft that iron pan must possess. So this relic of the woman - the only one to survive - continues to give good service. Pleasant to think that something of yours will similarly survive and do duty - maybe this poem. If it and the poem were mine I would put that in my will right now. Give the pan and the poem together to someone I cared for. But that's me... The pan's yours. Thanks for sharing the poem. P.S.: this is reconstruction (a little less eloquent, sorry to say) of my first message on this theme of yours. Prototype one got snatched into limbo by the godz of the internet. - Bep.
I like the dialogue going on in this, it's quite good. And the family connection, reaching into the past, and future. Very nice.
interesting... and natural...usually the old and grand people have a specific obsession, fixation or attachment with some of their objects, and they don't allow to touch it in their life-time even if you try to touch it just to tease them in all fun, just expect a stick on your hand...nice read indeed! ! !