It is the end of an era.
The family tea kettle finally bit the dust. The tea kettle that graced my mother’s tiny kitchen in Parma, that moved there with her from Cleveland’s Mount Pleasant neighborhood, a tea kettle that had probably been around in the time of my father, and possibly purchased with his help, finally sprung a leak.
It is truly a major loss in some ways. In another, it is just time moving on.
My parents had little money. My dad could have gone to college; he had a full scholarship to what is now John Carroll University, but his dad wanted him to go to work. My parents saved up their money and tried to buy the best that they could buy and some of their pots and pans are still around, they bought stainless steel before anyone had a clue about its worth.
This tea kettle was a tank.
We have been through a lot of tea kettles and this one saved us when the other ones quickly passed away.
It finally sprung a leak. MK pulled out the tray beneath our stove burners and it was loaded with water. We couldn’t figure out why. Then, after a look at the tea kettle, it had a hole. I doubt that there is any way to fix it.
My dad died in 1959. He and my mom were married in 1945. I am guessing that they had it when I was a kid and I am almost 70.
Wow! Not too many appliances manage that kind of lasting power.
RIP, tea kettle, we will miss you and that great whistle you had!