This is the sifter that I use every time I need to sift flour. It was given to my mother who told me that it was her grandmother's.
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My mother was raised mostly by her grandmother. Her grandmother was Mabel Smith. A strong woman of Scottish descent who's ancestor's had been in America since before the Revolutionary War.
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Great Grandma and Grandpa in later years when my mother was young |
Mabel was running a boarding house in Kansas when she met her second husband, my great grandfather, who had been, among other things, a heavyweight boxer.
They were married for the rest of her life. I never met my great grandmother, she died the year I was born. But, I do remember Grandpa Pat, as he was called. He was a cantankerous old man, who was very large, ate bacon and eggs every day, smoked a pipe and lived to be 94.
I imagine my great grandmother using it in the 1920's to make my grandmother and her sons biscuits and later using it in the 40's to make treats for her granddaughter.
I imagine my grandmother (also named Mabel) using it to bake Christmas cookies for the family.
I imagine my mother, a young mom in the early 1960's making cakes for her two young daughters.
And now, almost 100 years later I am still using it. Shaking my wrist slightly back and forth in the same way they all did. Melding ingredients to make warm baked treats for the people I love.
1 comment:
Aw! I love this! I kind of want nothing more than to have my grandmother's rolling pin, but many of her things were lost and I was too young to know how special these things would be. <3
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