When I started to fix a gelatin dessert for dinner, I measured the boiling water, as I have a hundred times or more, in my grandmother’s Depression era measuring cup.
It shattered. Boy, howdy, did it shatter. It’s still hanging together, but I need to steel myself to toss it in the trash.
thisendoftheswamp 
Awww:( so sorry!
I have the exact same one and love it:)
I’ll tell you, it just about broke my heart! It was such a handy size, and – of course – a bit of an heirloom.
That is truly sad.
It is. I left the silly thing on the counter for a few days, almost as if I was holding a wake. I finally tossed it into the recycling yesterday.