<p>Two things fit this description for me. One is the wooden cutting board I made for my parents in wood shop in junior high in 1962. I normally use the newer synthetic ones we have acquired over the since their death. But, when I need a really large surface I pull the old one out and, yes, there is a flashback to gifting it to them all new, sanded and oiled.</p>
<p>The other thing is the 4 bowl (pyrex) mixing bowl set in red, blue, green and yellow that I kept when I cleaned out my parents’ house after mom died in 1990. These were the bowls that my dad made homemade pimento cheese, his “famous” BBQ sauce and shrimp sauce in. It takes me back to when I’d watch and ask to grate the cheese in the 1950s.</p>