That Little Pot

This little metal pot belonged to my mother, who lived in Texas most of her life. She passed away a few years ago, having exceeded the age of 90. She was born and raised in the central part of Texas to a farming family. After marrying my dad, she became the first of the family to move off the farm, moving around a couple of times and winding up in Fort Worth.
This pot is so typical of her. It lives in our kitchen now at Longmont, Colorado, but it always reminds us of her and of good old Fort Worth. It sits out all the time, a constant memory.