I was gifted today

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11. It's amazing how simple tools carry such strong memories.

I inherited my grandparent's potato masher that went to my parents after they passed then to me when my folks passed. I wouldn't think of using anything else, and think of them every time I use it and I smile.

My granddad was a real meat and potatoes guy, and it was his job to mash the potatoes. We lived just a long driveway from my grandparents, so we ate dinner there often when I was a kid. Like most kids, I claimed that I hated black pepper. My granddad always put pepper in the mashed potatoes. Once I complained and he said, "Heck, that's not pepper, that's black salt!"

I gobbled them up happily.

Memories.

Enjoy your skillet and the memories that go along with it!