This is how it all began

At the county garage sale I found this gem of a pot. The price on it was $49. It was an honest price of a kettle of it's size and I would have paid that much for it too. I pulled out all the cash I had left, $33. I thought for just a minute, what's the worst that could happen if I asked to buy it for all I had and they said no? I guess then it wouldn't have been meant to be, just like the grain mill that was sold before I could get back with more cash. I asked the woman if she would accept $33, it was honestly all I had. She thought a long, long time. Her partner asked her "well who is going to offer you more?" She hemmed and hawed over it and asked me what I was going to do with it. That question confused me, it's a pot what else do you do with it but cook? I told her cook stews, brown meat cook just about everything in it. It didn't occur to me right away she was probably worried that I would sell it or let it collect dust as a decoration. She was thinking hard about it and I begged her "Please, I will cherish it for ever and I will pass it down to my own children someday." She said ok. That's what got her. She had lost her son and to know that I would pass it on is what she needed. She told me that she had bought it second hand when she was about my age. We hugged and I was so excited. What a gift! I think this pot deserves it's own blog. And here we are, the Black Kettle Chronicles.