The Aunts’ Collection Of Spoons.

Hello everybody and Happy Monday!

I hope everybody had a good weekend. I did! On Saturday, while my dad went on a bike ride I went to my grandparent’s house. I ate lunch and my nana and I had a lesson about computers and all that fun stuff! It’s a bit strange sometimes when we both teach each other things that we may not know yet. She’s been getting me more into making creations on Paint lately. I’ve been teaching her the rest. When we finished with that stuff, she fed me ice cream and after a half hour, we finally got started on figuring out her spoons. Well, they’re not exactly hers, more like Papaw’s aunts. Growing up, on my mom’s side of the family. My Papaw has four aunts that are kind of legendary. My nana thinks the spoons either belonged to Aunt Lula or Aunt Regina (Ra-gee-na) we don’t know which one at the moment.

I’ve honestly never seen these before. Anything that’s higher for me to see, then I hardly ever see it. One reason why I’m just now seeing them is because of the fact they were originally placed behind the kitchen door, collecting dust. So the weekend when my Aunt Laurie and her husband Mike came down, they were rearranging my nana’s office and she found the perfect place for them in her office. She had enough space for the shelf to hang and it’s actually pretty where it is now, because my nana has these small lit Christmas trees that she plugs into the wall and the different colored lights flicker against the spoons on the stand. It’s really cool! Well, the day I came over to help with her laundry, I took pictures around her house and I decided I wanted to write about them. The only problem we had been the fact we didn’t know where the spoons came from. We tried taking a couple off and reading what was written on them, but with the poor lighting in her office, you can’t do anything in there, especially read. No wonder when we used to have company my papaw would have his recliner moved into that room. It is the perfect room for napping.


This time around we took the stand and spoons into the kitchen, because we knew with both the light above and the light coming from the outside would be enough for us to see even the smallest of writing, but the trick was I had to figured how things were spelled. Some of the markings of the spoons were easy to figure out. Like the upper parts of the handles, those had very small but easily determined markings on it where you could figure out what the maker’s wanted everybody to know where they came from. There were two spoons that had easy handles, it was the whole point of making your brain work to figure it out. The first had a leaf and we were like, what the hell does the leaf mean? Once I looked at it, I thought it was pretty in the details and it did look familiar, but we couldn’t figure out until we read the inside of the actual spoon, were it said in plain writing “Canada” and it was like, “OH!” The leaf looked like the flag so I knew I knew the leaf somewhere. She actually three spoons like that! The other was the hardest of them all honestly. This one, had a beautiful decorated handle and inside of the spoon. A small picture of our first President, George Washington was at the top, while at the bottom had a small detailed markings of his hometown. It had something written at the very top that we never understood, but the bottom was my real problem no matter how many times we arranged it to get the light to reflect it so I could actually read what it said, at the last bit I finally found the comma and the letters “VA” standing for the state Virginia. That last second I finally got it, when she had it upside down (not kidding!) I read “Alexandria, VA” and it was best thing ever!

The others were very interesting, the one we had trouble making out that first day, had some sort of house on top of the handle. It wasn’t like any other house though, it was craved out of the left over space. Looked like a little hunt on top of the spoon. Nana said it might be from the Philippines or some other islands. Well, when she let me read the inside of the spoon, it said “Manila, Pha” on it. So she was right, after looking over the next one and the one after that, we were kind of hoping to find ones we had in our heads, she hoped we had a England spoon and I hoped we had a Poland spoon. We didn’t find either one, which was fine. The Aunts definitely liked traveling over to Canada considering we had like six or seven of them. Five of which were doubles of the same ones we already had. Along with the Philippines spoon, there was also an Italy spoon too. It didn’t have any clues on it that could’ve made us know what it was at the start, but it did have the colors of their flag on it thought. On the US side though, we had a Michigan, Kentucky, and Niagara Falls. It was interesting not to find an Indiana spoon in the lineup but Kentucky and Michigan spoons instead! There was one more spoon that unfortunately didn’t have any good markings on it, telling us where it was from but it had a nice round marble like at the top of the handle, it was white and blue swirls. We still don’t know what it is. I tried to get some good pictures of them. If anybody in your families has a collection like this, I suggest you take the time to go through it. My nana and I actually enjoyed it.

The Kentucky and Canadian spoons
The Kentucky and Canadian spoons
I wish the top came out better, we still don't know where this one is from
I wish the top came out better, we still don’t know where this one is from


Which Would You Choose?

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I like this kind of prompt because it gets my mind to really think about my answer. The only bad part of this is as long as I had a full reign of where each place was then it would much more difficult for me to choose. I love all three of these choices honestly. I think I would enjoy each of them very well and that’s why that is another reason why this would be difficult to choose as well. Everybody knows I am a bookworm, so a library would suit me well. However, it can’t be just any of old ordinary library in a small town though. I would get bored with a smaller library than a larger. If I’m going to be there for the rest of my life I would want to go to National Library of Congress in Washing D.C. I’ve seen the movie National Treasure: Book Of Secrets enough to know that this is the largest library in the country and has over 36 million books there. I would be set for the rest of my life if I would to live in that place. Is it sad that I have actually had dreams of living in a library before? Not that library, but in a smaller one? It was kind of cool because I pictured somebody was trying to break in and steal something and I was like a spy, nobody was stealing anything from there. There’s my inner nerd coming out loud and clear.

A museum, well for starters I haven’t been to many museums, only to a few when I was younger. They were kiddy museums but still wonderful and I could see myself living in one of them. Especially the Children’s Museum in Indianapolis, IN. I have went there twice. Once when I was in fifth grade, it was our last big trip for school and they got these HUGE buses to bring us there so we wouldn’t have to use our uncomfortable school buses for the two-hour drive there. We actually had comfortable seats, which was nice because I was still recovering from my surgeries and I don’t remember feeling any of the bumps on our way there and coming home. I went back when I was 19 and I was in a push wheelchair with my aunt, her husband at the time, and my little cousin. Everybody we went around probably thought I was a lot younger than I was, which at that time and place I was perfectly fine with that. I had basically driven myself crazy for going to a children’s museum when I was almost twenty. I would love to visit an art museum one day, but I would rather live out the rest of my days in the Children’s Museum any day. Especially if they had that big Ancient Egypt exhibit going on. I would be in heaven, because that was the reason why I went there when I was 19 years old. Don’t judge me!

 Living in a zoo, man! Every kid probably wants that honestly. It’s bad enough that my dad and I had seen the advertisement for St. Louis Zoo on my TV Wednesday afternoon. We both watched it and I said to him, “my inner kid wants to go back” and then we saw where it was from and we both said “hey!” at the same time. While I was having my surgeries we could take trips with our families and we went there twice. My roommate’s mom invited  my mom and I to go with them and then my roommate and I went with Great Length’s group and it was so nice both days. I always say I want to go to the zoo, because I generally do. I don’t think that part of you ever doesn’t want to never go back to the zoo. If you don’t like zoo’s you’re not right in the head. Zoos opened your mind of the world and it’s animal kingdom. I’ve been to countless different zoos and aquariums but I always want to go back, but it never happens. I actually have it on my “bucket list” that I’d like to be taken on a date to the zoo one day. I’m actually being serious about it too. I would. If I had to live out the rest of my days in a zoo, I think I’d get bored quickly. Because unless I was actually feeding the animals or holding babies then what’s the point of going back everyday? So I’d say no to ever wanting to live there if I had a choose but I would still love to go back and visit though!