When my great grandma passed away I was given the chance to inherit quite a lot of her kitchen. When I moved out of my parents house and into my very own apartment my kitchen cupboards were filled with the same dishes my great grandma and grandpa used everyday, my drawers were filled with tools and gadgets that their hands had used while cooking, and my food was cooked in the same pots that had cooked their food.
I am now married and have a daughter and even though through marriage and growing up some of my grandmothers things have been replaced it seems that everywhere in my kitchen there are still little reminders of my tiny great grandma. Almost everywhere I look there are memories.
In my cupboard filled with mixing bowls are these beautiful nesting mixing bowls that I can’t bear to use because I am so worried that something will happen to them. The little flowers and gold edging are too beautiful for me to risk.
I remember my great grandpa slicing cheese for sandwiches and snacks for us with this old cheese cutter. We use this little tool almost everyday and when I hold it in my hand I can’t help but think about the past.
These colorful bowls mean so much to me. My great grandma kept her cupboards stocked full of sweet cereals for when my siblings and I would come to visit. With each visit we would fill these colored bowls with cereal and milk and eat to our hearts content. While I have “grown up” dishes I love, I still use these colorful bowls for my cereal everyday. I just can’t bear to let these bowls go.
These things are just things but somehow having these things in my home and in my line of site everyday makes me feel like my great grandma is here in my home helping me take care of my family.
When I was Maddy’s age I spent so much time with my great grandma. I wish my little girl could have know my little grandma, they would have enjoyed each other so much. Hopefully as Maddy grows I will be able to introduce my grandma to her through the beautiful aged things spread throughout my kitchen and my memories.
There is history in my kitchen.