grandma's griddle

in 2013, around the new year, my hope was for more simplicity.  in possessions, in schedule, in how i keep my home, in friendships and kids activities.  

clear out some of the noise of life in order to better hear the beautiful things that can lose their voice. 

this sounds real intense but it was really just changing up some little things like where i buy groceries and cleaning out things from cabinets that we don't use.  in cleaning out cabinets, i found a griddle my mom gave me that used to be my grandma's.  it's straight out of the 50s, just like the little ranch house where it now lives with us.  every time i pull it out of the box (the same exact one my grandma bought it in) i love the feeling of nostalgia.  in my grandmother's handwriting, on a piece of masking tape on the outside of the frayed cardboard box is "tom and edna".  my parents.  at some point in her life with this particular griddle, she wanted my mom and dad to have and somewhere in that shuffle it ended up with it.  it's called a presto automatic electric griddle with glass warming tray and it's in perfect condition.  i wonder if grandma ever even used the thing.  the tray will sit right on top of the silver griddle if you want it to & i have to be careful which plug-in i use though, because it's been known to blow a fuse. 

with all these snow days, it's been put to a lot of use lately and with all these snow days, a mom's gotta just keep flipping the pancakes and enjoy the simplicity of an old griddle...