When we visit my mother in Stockbridge, we do all the cooking. Because she hates to cook. And we like to cook. It is not a great place to cook, because the house is a smallish cottage with a tiny awkward kitchen that is difficult to work in.
For the past few years, I noticed--in a not-quite-paying-attention way--two nice pots: a Dutch oven and a 2 quart saucepan. These are Le Creuset style, but made in Belgium. I assumed my mother had bought them somewhere (she loves to shop, though she hates to cook), because I couldn't remember them from the days of my grandparents or my great aunt, who, with her husband, was the original owner of the house.
This year, I asked my mother why she had such nice pots. She said, "They were to be a wedding present to you from your grandmother. But you weren't married."
Anyway, my beloved grandmother Emmi died in 1983; I got married in 1988.
Thanks, Grandma, for the wonderful gift. I have written before about how I really don't like getting gifts. These pots are an exception.
P.S. My mother said I could take them home next time we visit.