I just packed the egg separator from Bob’s Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956.
Why?
Because it’s from Bob’s Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956.
Bob–really Rob Waller–was my father’s first cousin. They grew up on neighboring farms on the Guadalupe County side of the San Marcos River.
Nell, Rob’s wife and partner in the grocery store, was my second mama. She and I were the sole and exclusive members of a Mutual Admiration Society.
Rob and Nell’s three daughters, teenagers when I came along, were my idols.
There are a lot of stories I could tell, but the movers will be here any minute, so I have to stop.
But the point is, no matter how broken and cracked and shabby that egg separator is, you just don’t go throwing it away.
Kathy Waller 
I understand this perfectly.
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We’re obviously kindred spirits. If certain things are going to be thrown away, someone else will have to do the throwing. Plus, although I haven’t separated an egg in years, I might want to, and that separator still works.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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