Grindstone

i forgot to comment on the grindstone.
when my grandparents died, my mum and my brother went to england to choose the things that she wanted to have shipped back to the states. i can't imagine how difficult this must have been...i was in college and heard tidbits of stories...that was enough for me to understand how hard it was to choose a few items that will forever be the physical memories of her parents.
anyway, my grandparents were quite endowed with antiques...which to them were just the normal stuff they used everyday...but nonetheless, it was an old rambling stone house filled with treasures. it is a part of who my mum was that was so beautiful to know the items she chose. an old cracked cast iron kettle, an enormously heavy grindstone, tattered recipe books, and a few pieces of furniture she wanted my brother and i to one day have. if i remember correctly, she had a weight limit, and it just so happened the items she wanted were REALLY heavy so it negated her bringing much of anything else.
so i love this stone...i don't know a lot about it other than it sat in her garden with the kettle as a child...and i want to embed it somehow into the cob...any ideas on this would be so welcome!~