Eva, I have your bowl, the green one from your Pyrex mixing bowl set. I bought it for eight dollars at an antique store in the small town of Sterling, Ontario, but, unfortunately, the yellow, red, and blue bowls weren’t with it. I know the bowl is yours because you put a waterproof label on the bottom with your name written in laundry marker. I tried to peel it off, but it was stuck solidly, so I left it.
I’m glad you used that label because now I get to imagine you taking the bowl to a potluck. I wonder what you brought. Something cold, I bet, since these bowls had no lids or handles and weren’t typically put in the oven. Perhaps the occasion was a large church social on a summer day, and the label assured that your bowl would be returned after the dishes were washed and...
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