Around 1989 my aunt and uncle came to stay with my dad after he had been burned and subsequently skin grafted and needed to be taken care of after coming home.
I was in graduate school at the time. My aunt was a fan of cast iron cooking, and I didn't have any. So she bought me my first cast iron skillet and broke it in using it cooking for my dad. And since then I have become a lover of using cast iron. She seemed to give me the skillet as a token of deep love and a bond between us. I suppose I have done the same over the years. Along the way I have collected cast iron cookware of all types including skillets, pots, baking pans and cornbread pans. Some of them I picked up at yard sales and restored, and others I have just inherited from grandmothers and great-grandmothers.
Thanks to my dear Aunt Icalee and the trend she started by getting me my first iron skillet, which I still use to this day.