There was a catastrophe in my kitchen today. That would seem a trivial matter to one who doesn’t know the history of the
old brown rolling bottle that I broke. It had been used for almost one hundred
years for rolling cookies, dumplings, and pastry. An old lady gave it to my Mother
when she started housekeeping in 1891. This old lady had raised a large family
and used it through the years she had kept house. Rolling pins were almost unknown
in those days. If the old bottle could talk, what interesting stories it could
tell! What were its first contents? Maybe
medicine for someone who was ill, or liquor used by some forbears for celebrating Christmas.
How many little boys and girls have watched with eager eyes, their mother or sister roll cookies to bake, dumplings
for a chicken pie, or pastry for a pie? With tears near the surface, I gathered
up the fragments of the old brown bottle and carried them to the trash pile. To
others it is just a broken bottle, but to me it held memories; happy ones and sad ones that I will always cherish.
BEW (Bessie Edna Woods), October 25, 1945, Beckville, Texas.