Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

flour tin, its red kitchen pattern faded to a dull pink. The metal lid was sealed tight with a strip of yellowed masking tape.

“That was mother’s,” Clara said, her voice dropping as she knelt beside me on the dusty wood. “She kept her recipes in it.”

“No,” I said, kneeling beside her. “Mother kept her recipes in the kitchen drawer in town. This was grandfather’s.continue reading …