Colleen Hannegan

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Farberware, Farewells and Birthdays.

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She's cooked her last goose. After 40 years, the ol' girl is just plain done, finitio, caput, with being a Farberware pan. I unplugged her tired out circuit board, took back my little ceramic cup that held up her one missing leg, cleaned her up one last time and said...."Thank you for an era I'll always miss but was thrilled to have spent it with you just they way we were."

Tears. Almost. Not exactly, but close to it. She really belonged to my husband, a gift from his mother for his first marriage, 40 years ago. I've held her close and kept her going for the past 7 years. Time spent in his kitchen during our dating years and for the past year here in our married home together.

And it was reminiscent of my youthful years; Mom had a Farberware, and didn't every other Mom from the 50's 60's, made here in the good ol' USA when we still made stuff that lasted 40+ years??!!  I had my own through two previous marriages. I regret they got away from me; not the husbands but the Farberware! So I've taken extra care of this one,  imagining the day might come where she might have to be retired from a life she worked so hard for and accomplished so much in; mostly an expert job on my buttermilk pancakes, only to be sent off to be recycled? Oh, I hate to think about it.

I had to replace her with a CucinaPro....made in China. Ugh. Broke her in this morning. She's got strong legs, I'll say that for her. But my kitchen has lost a bit of nostalgia, herstory, and a quality tool. She will be missed.

What has me all worked up about unplugging her hotness, is facing down a birthday this month that has me land locked in my 60's. Down with one, beginning a second one and wondering how long I can maintain my own hotness, my warranty, my legs and my circuit board. 

I took everything out of my closet, tossed it all on my bed, shoes across the floor and stood facing an empty wall and rack. I feel a recycle coming on for myself.  An end, a beginning, closure, an opening, wondering what's worth keeping and what no longer belongs here, in that closet, on my body, showing off who I am 

Miss Farberware had her run. She was a class act all the way. A winner, champion, beautifully made, hard worker, faithful and resilient to change.

And so am I. I still have miles to go, things to do, places to be and stories to tell.  My circuit board still works and needs regulating to keep it from getting too hot and burning out. I have my Mom's legs and Dad's height and a healthy body like a race horse, some days. Other times, I pace myself like a tortoise, slow and steady.  Not so fast but I always get to my finish line.  

So thank you Farberware for your toughness and for your even temperature throughout and for those hundreds of homemade batches of buttermilk pancakes we made together. Wasn't it fun! The time has come and we must part ways, just as I must sat farewell to my previous 60 years.

Here's hoping that when it's my turn to unplug it all there will be someone to say, "That woman had quite the life, and wasn't she something we'll miss!"

Time to go shopping!