The Pancake Turner: thoughts from my kitchen

In the 70's, when I was a young gal & setting up my first apartment, my Mom gave me an extra pancake turner that she had. Probably considered a "starter" one. It had a wooden handle and very basic. For years, the metal part started to move when you pressed a hamburger but it hung in there until recently. One day upon use, it quietly broke in two pieces and needless to say had to be thrown away. It gives me a whole new perspective on short term and long term.