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.