I have two cast iron skillets that belonged to my grandmother. I don't know how old they are as my grandmother died when I was three and I'm 70 now. They're perfectly seasoned. Even eggs don't stick. They also had a "summer kitchen". It was located across the porch and kept the heat out of the living space in the summer. Grandpa never finished the inside of the house, so the studs were visible inside. I drove by it recently and it still stands. Sadly, the barns are crumbling. I could barely make out the "Mail Pouch Tobacco" signs painted on the sides. They painted the whole barns in return for the free advertising.