This week's prompt is a little easier. Heirloom. Something special that has been handed down in your family.
There are a few things that I can think of that fall under this category.
My mother has old china dishes that were her Grandma Curliss'. We only ever were allowed to eat off these dishes for some reason when we had stew for supper. Never any other time.
My grandma Hogenson gave me a stuffed dog that was made from the fur of her fathers coat. 20 dogs were made total and for some reason she gave me one of them.
But I wanted to talk about my Grandma Edwards' spoon collection.
Growing up, I always remember her collecting spoons. She had so many. Display cases hung on the walls of her home. Every time we went anywhere, or really anyone she knew, went anywhere, we would give her a spoon from the trip. She had spoons from literally all over the world.
When she died, there were hundreds of spoons that needed something to be done with them. All the grandkids were at her house trying to clean, get rid of stuff that Grandpa wouldn't need, and more and there were these spoons.
I had each of my kids choose one spoon for them to keep and I chose one as well.
It is in my bedside table and I see it every now and then and am instantly reminded of my Grandma.
The kids all put theirs into their special boxes and often ask to look at them.
It's a small thing, but something that I appreciate.
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