My large, handled strainer is a hand-me-down. It is my favorite, most-used kitchen utensil.
When family friend, Gladys, moved from here to Newark years ago, we sorted through emotions and household goods. One stack was made for auction, one stack for her to pack and some kitchen utensils for me to use. The strainer caught my eye and my heart. To Gladys it was just a very used strainer, but to me it touched memories both recent and past.