Everything has a history, a story you can see just by looking at it or holding it in your hands. Many of our things have come from someone special. My Mom knew I had the other three irons, so she brought me one from China! The other three are from Sue’s Grandma, her Mother and Great Aunt Vicki.
There were hot embers to put in one, heat to transfer from a wood stove in another and the two new fangled electric models. All modern conveniences, each in their own time. The heat from these metal irons has smoothed a lot of fabric in their day. Today when I consider each iron, I think of the person that they came from and not as much of the mystery of flat clothing and sheets.