Ina Chadwick

More than ten years ago, I went to an estate sale 15 minutes from my home and up the road to Fairfield, CT. It was the estate of Richard Rodgers , the composer of so many Broadway musicals.  His daughter, Mary, spent time in the lovely Connecticut not-McMansion, classic white clapboard. New England tasteful.

I always head straight for the kitchen at an estate sale, hoping to find vintage serving dishes, crockery, 1950s glassware. The woman from the tag sale company who was stationed in the large kitchen, not updated much from its 1960s incarnation, but with great counter space ,watched as I picked up an old heavy Revere Ware saucepan with a tight fitting lid. 
“That was Mary’s favorite pot when she was up here,” said the docent of second-hand goods owned by famous people. “It’s ten dollars,” she said.

I loved the story. And I love the pot, though it’s become slightly unbalanced (who hadn’t become slightly unbalanced ?) with the handle needing to be adjusted so it doesn’t tip over. Oatmeal this morning. Mary Rodgers pot. 
Bring on the muses little saucepan.