This morning as I was cooking bacon I was using my old fork,...as usual. I always remembered it in my mother's kitchen drawer. When she passed away I brought it to my kitchen. My grandmother lived with us when I was growing up and she always used it. It was old then. So somewhere along the way I began to think of it as my great-grandmother's fork. It could even be older than that.
It has a wooden handle with tiny brass nails holding it together.
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As you can tell by my last post..stories like this are very meaningful to me. Just using a fork has such a connectedness to people who have passed on. Wonderful, thanks for sharing.
It's the history and the memories that really count!
I love the sense of continuity that little fork brings to your life!
Wow - that's really neat. My Mom still has a fork (a lot like yours) that came down a few generations. I'll have to remember to ask her if one tine is shorter than the other. Happy Holiday Weekend!
I think some of the nicest family treasures that can be passed on all have to do with cooking! I have a cookbook from a great aunt that I cherish.
That is a cool fork! I've never seen one like it. They certainly don't make 'em like that anymore.
How wonderful for you that it is still here for you to use. . .and remember past times. We're all too quick to throw away our memories. That's why I love Vintage anything. Each piece has a story! I have a fork similar to yours with four shorter tines. It was my grandmother's but I have to say I don't use it very often. I should.
If I could, I would save everything. I have a husband who frowns on that sort of behavior. That's probably a good thing! But I do save the things that mean most to me, and I can relate to using those things given to us by people we love. For me, it's mixing bowls passed down through generations. I've already passed some of them along to my daughters, and I hope they'll pass them along to their daughters.
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