I have a rather old toaster. I thought it was my grandmother's but I wasn't sure. Last night, during a toast mishap, Daddy told me the backstory. Evidently, this was Mamaw's first and only toaster. Sometime during the 1970s, he realized he had a thing for toasted sandwiches, and she had no way of making them for him, so he bought it for her.
Aside from last night's tempermental mishap - it's worked great for over 30 years. This story makes me glad that I never replaced this faithful toaster with one of the cute red ones from Target.
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