Monday, October 5, 2009


Egg poaching pan




While my coffee machine is an undisputed necessity, I have no personal attachment to it. They last for eighteen months or so and then stop working and I buy another one at Target. They're cheap. But my egg pan is something else.

My parents met in Savannah, Georgia, in the closing days of WWII. They were both in the Coast Guard. My Dad had been on a small ship in the south Atlantic looking for u-boats. They never saw any, and the ship's gun was fired only for practice. My Mom graduated from college and enlisted. She was primarily a recruiter, traveling with a group of women, signing up men who wanted to join the CG. When recruits were no longer necessary, she became one of the many women processing men as they returned to civilian life. She worked with a Thompson sub-machine gun under her desk, using it as a footrest. She said they were supposed to use the guns to defend the records, should anyone come in to steal them, but the joke was that the guns were so heavy the women couldn't lift them easily.

Mom's tour was ended, but Dad was still in uniform when they married. It was a small wedding, and one of their favorite wedding presents was this egg pan. They set up housekeeping in half of a little duplex on Tybee Island, on the Atlantic coast, and Mom learned to cook. Poached eggs on English muffins with bacon was a favorite breakfast for them.

This pan, made in the USA by Wearever, seems to wear forever, and I'm so glad. It's older than I am by a year or so, but it still does the job perfectly.


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1 comment:

Irene said...

That's a neat story about your Mom and Dad and the egg pan. It's good to see the egg pan that you made all those poached eggs in. It's a nice little thing. So handy. People had good stuff back then. Are there more stories? I hope so!