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Isn’t life strange. Lilith looked back at her house getting smaller in the rear view mirror. It was only five years ago when she and Trey lived in free migrant housing on the blueberry farm. It was plain but warm enough in the Michigan winters. It was a perk as a maid. Yet when Ernie’s wife died, he married her and she moved into the big house. Then Ernie died and the house and farm became hers. She never knew she’d own a fruit farm; the work was hard but rewarding. But bills and taxes can add up quickly. Too quickly for a widow woman.
When I got married an officer in my husband’s squadron brought a big box of used pots, pans, Melmac cups, saucers, some silverware, etc. to our apartment. We were just starting out and had to buy things a little here and there. It was 1974 and we just made do with what we had from payday to payday until we accumulated enough stuff to cook with. My cooking was marginal anyway, we mostly ate fried meat and canned vegetables every night! This was one of the pots. It had no brand name anywhere on it. Does anybody know what it is? The handle and lid top are some sort of hard black stuff. There was a big stew pot, that’s out in the dog pen. One of the handles fell off, otherwise I still would be using it!