Ode to a Harvest Gold Ice Tray

My parents bought that old GE fridge long before I entered the picture. It had seen better days by the time I realized its existence, but it still had years to go. It was the fridge of my childhood, the magic repository of popsicles and watermelon. I remember the summer that I ate nothing but carrots, diving into the crisper for my preferred snack over and over. Time went by, a great parade of leftovers and milk jugs, and the old fridge finally breathed its last gasp of freon. We kept the ice trays, though, even though the new fridge had an ice maker. I gave one of those to my boyfriend, when he got his first apartment, and it become a source of mild amusement during the early days our marriage. It wasn't a fashionable color by a long shot and didn't match anything in the house, but it did its job with a minimum of fuss. Each of my pregnancies produced massive cravings for ice and that old ice tray saw plenty of action, cranking out ice cubes by the (double) dozen. A year or two ago, though, we noticed a crack that had started to develop down the center spine. The crack has grown over time, each batch of ice leaving it more vulnerable to the damage wrought from the twist needed to free its load. The crack has now traveled down into one of the cups and the tray is starting to leak. I'm sorry, good tray, but your life is now spent. We will miss you and I'm sure your replacements won't last a fraction of the years you put in.