The Adventures of the Silver Spoon, part 1

As you know, I grew up with 3 sisters. We are all slightly crazy. (but in a very nice way) I'm the one without the 2 front teeth. That year my nickname from my dad was "Ohntehn", which means: the one without teeth.:) Note the true sepia tone of the scanned picture, that only comes with real age. And how did my mom get our hair so shiny?

There was a special spoon in my Mom's cutlery drawer. It was silver, but not in the shiny way that stainless steele spoons are. When i was small, I always wanted to use this silver spoon. In my head it was precious and magical. (We only had black and white tv, I used my imagination alot!)

A few weeks ago, after a scumptious meal, made by my Mom, my sister C and I were washing the dishes (because we are very well brought up daughters). We always had so much fun washing the dishes together as sisters after we all left our parents home. I had the little silver spoon in my hand, and said to my Mom, I would like to inherite this spoon some day. She said, sure, you can take it along today already, if you like. C was sputtering, (soap suds were flying) and says: What? Just like that? I wanted the spoon. We both got a knowing look in our eyes, and decided, without saying a word, a new tradition was born.

So, the other day at our Ladies Meeting, C found the silver spoon during clean-up, in the plate with the plastic spoons.

A week later, the spoon magically appeared at my house in the tin of chocolate milk mix.

This is how the adventures of the silver spoon began, where will the spoon turn up next? If anyone has any suggestions, where I could hide the spoon for C, email me, so C won't read it in my blog:) (brendasaw@gmail.com)

In the picture, my parrot is displaying the spoon for you all to see.