My late, great Griswold #8. It made it through two World Wars, dodging the draft (i.e., successfully avoiding being melted down in war efforts). I didn't survive the Darwinmas feast of 2012. Rest in Pieces, old friend.
Thanks to the generosity of a friend--a really good friend--the Griswold now has a replacement in my arsenal of skillets. I know I probably should have mourned for longer, but what do you do when the right Wagner comes to you in your moment of vulnerability?
So sad to lose good cookware is hard to find and when you find it you bet your butt it'll cost ya!!!