There have been many a great gift over the years that I have loved, but there is one gift in particular that stands out in my mind, because of who gave it to me, and its intrinsic worth. My sister, who early in her marriage and during many a lean year, didn't have loads of money to spend on gifts. We've all been there. Not a fun thing, but those times bring out the very best in people.
We arrived during one such holiday, many years ago, at our mother's house on Christmas Eve. We patiently took turns filing through the kitchen, filling our paper plates to overflowing with delicious food and then gathered in Mom's living room to let overzealous children trip over one another while passing out presents. Isn't that the way it's done everywhere?
That one particular year I was presented with a rather large present that was unusually heavy for its size. As I opened it I wondered, “Was it bricks? I'd never been given a brick before.” Not your everyday gift, but I'm sure it had a purpose. Well, as it turns out, it wasn't bricks. Nope, not a one. Instead, I found inside a well-seasoned, cast iron frying pan. Not just any frying pan, it was my sister's frying pan. Anyone who owns cast iron knows its value. It's the pan of choice for many a Southerner, heck, many a anybody who likes to cook. Cast Iron often makes "heirloom" status because it's one of the sturdiest cooking utensils around. How often have you seen a broken cast iron pan?
I stared at it, with its beautiful shiny, dark patina. It really hit home what I was being given. I think I tried giving it back, insisting I couldn't take her pan. In the end, I did keep it. I still have and use it, frequently. It's just as shiny and seasoned as the day she gave it to me. The only thing that has changed is that it means more and more to me as the years go by. Thanks, Lisa, for giving to me something so precious. I love you. ~Gail
|THE greatest gift---ever.|