Flora’s Mixing Bowl

Today is Valentine’s Day and I want to share a story about love.

I love pie. My partner Steve loves pie and he bakes them exquisitely. I also love Steve.

But this story of love can be traced back to the mixing bowl in the photograph. This old bowl belonged to Steve’s grandma Flora. She was an excellent pie baker herself and she used this bowl to prepare her pie crust in her little Columbia City home.

Flora’s son Bob–Steve’s dad–loved pies and he mastered the art of pie baking. Bob also loved foraging for blackberries and huckleberries and baking them in his pies.

Bob passed along his love for pies and berry picking to Steve and his siblings. He later gave Steve the mixing bowl used by Flora in her pie baking. It was a passing of the pie baking baton from one generation to the next. To this day, Steve uses it to make his pie crusts.

Flora’s venerable bowl represents many things. It’s a family heirloom, passed from mother to son to grandson. It stands for a craft that continues today. And it embodies the love of family, traditions and shared values.

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  1. Hi Louise,
    What a charming story! I even imagined grandma using the bowl. I have a few things from my mother and grandmother. Ordinary things but they hold so many memories. Treasures to me and to you and Steve. The things that make life full and memorable.

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    1. Hi Connie – Thanks for sharing your thoughts. You are absolutely right that what might be an everyday item to one person is a family treasure filled with memories to someone else. I would enjoy hearing the stories behind some of your treasures!

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  2. I have a small collection of fountain pens that belonged to my father. I keep them in a small case in a drawer with my jewelry. I believe one of them was a gift to him when he graduated high school in 1942. I remember seeing him write with it when I was a small child. I love handling it and wondering where it came from.

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  3. How wonderful not to just have a physical, lovely keepsake or link to yesterday like this but also that Steve is carrying on a pleasurable, meaningful ritual along with it. Did he perchance grow up in Columbia City? He and others in his family must have trouble recognizing certain parts of the neighborhood these days (though many families and other longtime cultural institutions remain). Is Grandma Flora’s house still there? Our family had been trying to decide in earnest if we should move our household to someplace right along the train and paid some recent visits to there (townhouses and the like) only to discover boomtown even compared to a year or two ago. It’s a neat area. Seems as much (or more) bustling as anyplace in the city, to me. Hope this finds you doing well, Louise.


    1. Hi Jason: Amazingly, Flora’s little house has survived and is probably home to an Amazombie today. Columbia City has become such a trendy neighborhood now. I hardly feel worthy of it. The neighborhood definitely benefitted from the development of light rail. I work in Northgate once a week and there’s a ton of development happening in anticipation of light rail.


  4. Lovely story. Mom had a big yellow bowl where she made cornbread dressing, and I helped so many times. That bowl got lost and I so wish I could have had it to make big batches of goodness for my daughters (and then pass it on to one of them).

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