PostHeaderIcon Copper Family

I don’t know where it came from.  It’s been mine for years now.  I don’t remember growing up with a copper kettle, but then my grandmother died after I left home.  I believe that it came to my house upon the death of my mother.

It is a beautiful copper tea kettle.  I thought of it as a beautiful antique.  My mother died in 2007, some five years ago.  Yesterday, I had an amazing thought. What if it were a real tea kettle that my grandparents used?

I decided to put water in it.  When I poured the water out, it was clear.  No dirt; No ugly stuff. The water was clear.  I rinsed it out a couple more times and decided it was time to put it to the test.  I filled it up and put it on the stove.  A nice odor of burned metal faintly filled the kitchen.  About 5 minutes, the kettle was singing so loud, I wondered if the the entire town of Pleasant Hill could hear it.  The kettle has a fine hearty tone. My grandparents are singing through the tea kettle.  I can hear them talking and laughing.

I now have a working copper tea kettle.  I love it! It’s family.

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