Dad's coffee pot is pictured above. He started every day with a freshly brewed cup of coffee, freshly brewed a night or two before and reheated. He liked it to be ready in the morning. Since he stopped working 30 years ago, I never caught on to why he had no time to make it when he got up, and he never caught on to why I refused to drink it. The inside of the pot is quite black. I bought him a new one several years ago. It is sitting in the kitchen where he put it when I handed it to him.
Dad labeled everything. My husband got a charge out of this free Radio Shack battery he got in 1986. I believe he would have tried to use it if he knew where it was.
The one thing this has taught me is that when I finish with his house, I better start on my own. I don't want my children to have to spend months cleaning out my stuff, stuff they won't understand why I saved either.