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My Senior Moment: I know what this is, and I do ‘like’ it

So far, I’ve scored 100 percent identifying objects people display on Facebook with the caption being “‘Like’ if you know what this is.” Of course my age plays a big part in my knowledge.

I derive a good deal of pleasure when I recognize these objects, because I usually have precious memories I associate with these objects.


The last kitchen tool I identified was serpentine metal attached to a wooden handle. I immediately knew it was a potato masher.

I remember my mother vigorously smashing hot boiled potatoes into a mound of buttery goodness. Sometimes, if she was very busy, she would allow me to have a go at the potatoes, but she usually added a few beats to the mixture. Later on, after Daddy bought her a Kitchenaid  electric mixer, she preferred to whip her potatoes.

This mixer also replaced her hand held egg beater. A picture of one of these occasionally shows up on Facebook.

Another object I immediately remembered when I saw it on Facebook was a cabinet of sorts with two doors on the top section.

I knew it was a pie safe because one stood in the kitchen at my grandmother’s house. Behind the door on the right side was a metal bin that sloped down into a small opening. A large sack of flour could be emptied into this bin and doled out from the bottom of the bin.

Grandma used flour from this storage bin to make the biscuits she baked every morning for breakfast and to make the little tea cakes she kept stored on shelves behind the door on the left.

She preferred making these little cakes to making pies and always brought out a plate full whenever anyone came to visit.

There was another object on Facebook that I recognized and I doubt if anyone did if they had never lived on a farm or been a frequent visitor to one. It was a round metal cylinder object about 8 inches tall, with a wheel attached to the side and Grandpa’s was mounted on a wooden block.

It was a corn kernel remover. When I was a kid, I would pester my grandpa to take me to the corn shed and let me operate this wonderful contraption that made a wonderful popping sound as the kernels were scraped from the dry corn. It was then fed to the chickens. This city girl loved turning that wheel and especially spending time with my grandpa.

Thanks, Facebook, for these little reminders of special things and special people who are no longer with us, but always in our hearts.

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My Senior Moment: I know what this is, and I do ‘like’ it

So far, I’ve scored 100 percent identifying objects people display on Facebook with the caption being “‘Like’ if you know what this is.” Of course my age plays a big part in my knowledge.

I derive a good deal of pleasure when I recognize these objects, because I usually have precious memories I associate with these objects.


The last kitchen tool I identified was serpentine metal attached to a wooden handle. I immediately knew it was a potato masher.

I remember my mother vigorously smashing hot boiled potatoes into a mound of buttery goodness. Sometimes, if she was very busy, she would allow me to have a go at the potatoes, but she usually added a few beats to the mixture. Later on, after Daddy bought her a Kitchenaid  electric mixer, she preferred to whip her potatoes.

This mixer also replaced her hand held egg beater. A picture of one of these occasionally shows up on Facebook.

Another object I immediately remembered when I saw it on Facebook was a cabinet of sorts with two doors on the top section.

I knew it was a pie safe because one stood in the kitchen at my grandmother’s house. Behind the door on the right side was a metal bin that sloped down into a small opening. A large sack of flour could be emptied into this bin and doled out from the bottom of the bin.

Grandma used flour from this storage bin to make the biscuits she baked every morning for breakfast and to make the little tea cakes she kept stored on shelves behind the door on the left.

She preferred making these little cakes to making pies and always brought out a plate full whenever anyone came to visit.

There was another object on Facebook that I recognized and I doubt if anyone did if they had never lived on a farm or been a frequent visitor to one. It was a round metal cylinder object about 8 inches tall, with a wheel attached to the side and Grandpa’s was mounted on a wooden block.

It was a corn kernel remover. When I was a kid, I would pester my grandpa to take me to the corn shed and let me operate this wonderful contraption that made a wonderful popping sound as the kernels were scraped from the dry corn. It was then fed to the chickens. This city girl loved turning that wheel and especially spending time with my grandpa.

Thanks, Facebook, for these little reminders of special things and special people who are no longer with us, but always in our hearts.

Category: Kitchenaid  Tags: ,  Comments off
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