Rolling Pin

I have this rolling pin.

I’m not sure who it belonged to, and I truly regret that.  I’m feeling quite sure it was one of my great-grandmothers’, but there is a chance it belonged to a great-great-grandmother.  I found it in the basement of Nana and Granddad’s home after they had passed away.  Unlike me, Nana didn’t want to have things like old sewing machines, old books, and old rolling pins sitting around on display in her home.  So this old rolling pin remained in a box on a shelf in the dark basement, and no one knows the story, and those who knew are gone.  But I’ll treasure it, knowing that it surely spent hours and hours in the hands of a woman from my family tree.

It’s gorgeous.  I’ve taken it from its resting place beside my dining room table, and have brought it upstairs to my desk so I can look at it as I write.  It’s cracked and scarred, this warm butternut piece of pine.  It isn’t perfectly round… someone made this by hand on an old lathe.  Oh I wish I knew where and when!  Was it made here in this area?  Did it travel here in a covered wagon?  How old was she when she used it for the first time?  How many pie crusts were made for family and friends?

I love making pie crust.  I don’t do it very often, but it always comes back to me just like riding a bicycle.  I think it’s in the genes.  My mom makes the best crust!  She made pies all the time when we were growing up.  She still loves making pies, and if you haven’t had a slice of her lemon pie… oh… I’m really sorry!  Just the best!  Grandma rolled out cobbler crusts week after week after week after week.  Her apricot cobbler… well, just the best!  You won’t believe me when I say this about my Nana’s pecan pie… but here goes… just the best!  If you were sitting here with me, you would know I don’t say this in jest.   Tears are streaming as I picture the treats and taste them in my mind.

Yesterday as I was going to my mailbox, I saw that the first pecan had fallen from my young tree.  I got out an old glass bowl, and began filling it.   It’s there in my kitchen with three pecans, and daily I’ll add to it.  I’ll be making a Thanksgiving pecan pie with Nana’s recipe, and I’ll be using my “new” rolling pin.  It was a wedding gift from an aunt, so it’s been rolling out crusts for almost three decades.  We all grow partial to our rolling pins, don’t we?  To all the wonderful women in my life who roll out the crusts (not trying to exclude the men… just not picturing any who make pie crust right now!)…  Anyway, to all you women, thank you for keeping this beautiful art alive.  Maybe we could all somehow engrave our names into our rolling pins.  These are wonderful pieces of our heritage.  Pass them on down the family line.

May your pumpkin and pecan pies be especially delicious this Thanksgiving!

Psalm 69:30   I will praise God’s name in song, and glorify Him with thanksgiving!

10 Responses to “Rolling Pin”

  1. Pam says:

    I loved this – it brought back many memories of my mother, too! (who, I’m sorry to disappoint you, made THE best pie crust! *haha*) It also reminded me of a card I once saw – it had a cartoon figure of a woman on the front rolling out a pie crust and the front of the card said “what is she doing??!!”…you open it up and it said “I don’t know – must be some kind of an ancient ritual.”…or something to that affect. But it’s true – we do have to keep the “art” of making pies alive! Unfortunately for me, I’ve never been able to duplicate my mother’s pie crust…but fortunately for me, Shelby has! She’s a wonderful pie crust maker and will be making several of our pies for Thanksgiving this year! Thanks for sharing this!

  2. Lawanda Calton says:

    Your story sends me back in time to my own grandmothers. Thinking your rolling pin must have belonged to one or the other of those pioneering women. Thank you for cheering for my pie crust! I refuse to measure and so don’t always get the good results! I love your story!

  3. Betty Williamson says:

    Lots of memories here, too, as I have some of those scarred and battered cooking implements in my kitchen, too. Cooking is something that ties generations together, whether it be sharing recipes or using the same rolling pin or baking sheets or scalloped egg plate. You wrote this beautifully. (And anytime Lawanda feels the need to defend her pie-making ability, I volunteer to be a test subject!) Happy Thanksgiving!

  4. Sandy says:

    Oh please keep the comments coming!!! I’m loving them!

  5. Mary Anne says:

    Love the memories, Sandy. I am not a pie maker but have passed the candy making along to my family. I will be going to a Benson family gathering over Thanksgiving and have already made my former mother-in-law’s famous Fours-chocolate covered, pecan filled caramels and my own mother’s peanut brittle to share. I also make peanut patties but did not have peanuts to make them right now. Should have gotten some this summer in Portales. I did not know of you mother’s lemon pie. May have to order up one the next time I come to Portales. Happy Thanksgiving to all your family and readers.

  6. Kim Mann says:

    Thanks for these wonderful memories! I used to love it when we had the leftover scraps of pie dough baked into little strips, then coated with cinnamon sugar. It was always a special treat!

  7. Doris Via says:

    Just to add to the memories–I still have the rolling pen I got as a wedding gift in 1965. Bobby had to replace the handles on it, but it was used many times without those handles, too. Mine probably rolled out more egg noodles than pie crusts, tho. In ’79 or ’80 a friend of ours in Casa made us a rolling pen on his lathe, and just the sight of it brings back many delightful memories of them. He had passed on many years ago, but she is still in the Perryville Nursing Home, as far as I know. Precious memories, and blessings galore from our Heavenly Father. Have a blessed Thanksgiving.

  8. Sandy says:

    Doris, we’re going to have an egg-noodle-making-party one of these days. Sure wish you could be here!

  9. Marietta Boone Kelt says:

    You always take me to a place I treasure and yes, I have tears as well…..
    precious precious memories lasting a lifetime.

  10. Pilar says:

    I am not sure if you remember the marble rolling pin you gave me when you left Guam? Was using it last week when making wheat tortillas:-) Love using it and remembering you.

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