Oil Can

This oil can belonged to my grandfather - who was my best friend when I was little girl. He was a mechanic and ALWAYS smelled like oil. I have wonderful memories of being in his garden with him and trying my best to help him work on cars using this oil can - I don't think I ever got to actually pour the oil but I was happy to bring it to him when he needed it.  Today this oil can stands perfectly as a token of my history - my roots - in our garden where I still tend the land he and I once tended together. 

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