Old arguements about cooking

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Many of you will remember I had a dear friend here that I was roommates with for about 30 years. When we were first living together, she did most of the cooking. I mean, I knew how to cook some things, but if she wanted something besides my limited number of things, she'd have to cook them. I think I had some pots and stuff since but honestly I don't remember what I had. Except... I did NOT have any cast iron. Part of the reason was my mother didn't have any, so I didn't know how to take care of them. When she moved in, not being a d*mned yankee like me, she said she wanted a cast iron frying pan. I told I didn't have one. I didn't know how to take care of one, so if she wanted one, it was going to be her problem. That settled it for a while. A few years later, when we were a bit more settled, she started in on the frying pan again. By this time I had learned a bit more about them, the whole 'seasoning' thing. Which I did not understand. I mean, how do you get it clean if you don't wash it with soap? Again, I told her that if she wanted one, she had to take care of it. Well, because I had discovered she didn't really know how to take care of them either, she stopped it going on about it again. Then her mother moved in... Now, I understand her mother knew how to take care of them, but... there was something not right about her, especially about cleaning... At this point I had some encounters with cast iron skillets, mostly thanks to fajitas. Not real frying pans, but cast iron. And it became apparent that if I couldn't really hold even something as small as one of those things, a bigger frying pan would be out of the question. You see, I am not strong. Between my the lack of wrist strength and my lack of grip strength, a cast iron frying pan was not going to be used by me. And I still didn't understand the whole 'seasoning' of one. Then there was the day we were at a Goodwill. She showed me a cast iron frying pan that wasn't too big and she said that for one, it was pretty light. I said no. She tried to argue, and I stood my ground, something I didn't do often, but when I did, I wasn't going to change my mind. She had learned this after a couple of decades. She turned and put the pan back on the shelf and accidentally knocked off a bigger one. BAM!!!! It hit the cement floor and broke in half. We looked at it. And that was the end of wanting a cast iron frying pan. So... how do you clean and season a cast iron frying pan?