Several years before Mama died she brought it and two other old irons that she had found at Garage sales in from her storage shed and told me to choose the one I wanted. The other two were much more attractive, but I chose the one I knew Daddy and Grandma Caywood used. I brought it home and it sits on my fireplace hearth. Many people have admired it and I love to tell the story behind it. Now that I am getting up in years, I have the chore of choosing the right child who will inherit it from me and appreciate it as much as I have as well as the one they will hand it down to when they become my age. |