Spoons

I was cleaning out some drawers today, including the silverware (well, flatware) drawer and got to thinking about spoons. My grandmother kept a sugar bowl on her kitchen table that was filled with spoons of all different patterns. I don't know if they were various patterns she'd had during her life or she went to second-hand stores to find different ones. It was fascinating to me as a little kid to look at all the different handles of the spoons sticking out of that ornate, rose-covered sugar bowl. The reason she had it, of course, was that spoons were the one type of flatware that was most used, what with folks sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee most of the day.

When dinner time came (in Nebraska, dinner was at noon), my cousins and I would set the table and we each would have our own favorite spoon that we wanted at our place. Invariably there would be an argument over one particular spoon. Funny the things that kids find to argue about.

Years ago I thought that I would have my own sugar bowl full of mixed spoons. There's dozens of second-hand/antique stores around here and it would be an easy thing to pick up spoons that are orphaned from their original sets. I don't know why I never did it.