Back in the 80’s, while I was in college and getting my first apartment I had to have a pepper grinder. It seemed so grown up to me.
My faithful grinder of pepper corns has bit the dust after 35 years of faithful service.
It’s been with me longer than my husband, longer than my children, longer than 99% of everything else in my house.
Such a faithful, constant fixture that I won’t part with, I’ll just retire to my treasure shelf and employ another grinder for my daily pepper.
It’s the little things that we get used to. I’m so grateful it lasted as long as it did.
So, are you grown up yet? Funny what we associate with maturity when we are young. I think you must have memories rising up when you see that pepper shaker—especially since you like to cook. Keep it!
I don’t think I ever did grow up, I think I just got old! 😆
Yep, it’s the little things isn’t it, that holds the big memories.
I bet it can be fixed!
Sometimes things just wear out….sort of like people. Some of us even end up on the shelf….right next to old pepper grinders..:)
I might have been able to replace the guts, but why? It’s a faithful authentic piece of my history, and most of my family gatherings. I keep it as it is, in its faithful state. Just like I’d want to be kept, authentically.