The Story: The Ice Cream Churn

I don’t know why I started collecting things like this. Maybe because they feel too important to let go of, like they still have something left to say. This old ice cream churn came from a family who kept it in their garage beside the tools. It had stopped being useful long ago, but it had become part of their daily scenery, like the sink in a kitchen, or an old painting hanging on the wall for years, unseen, but somehow still belonging.