Before I answer the prompt I want to wish all of the dads a Happy Father’s Day. The bio dads, the single dads, the stepdads, the foster dads, the estranged from their kids because of their ex dads, the uncle or cousin or grampa dads who serve up a slice of fatherhood to family members who would otherwise go without.
I am very lucky to count myself in the lot of daughters who had amazing dads. I won’t actually see him today but I will call him later.
I didn’t purchase a gift but I started writing him something last night, I knew he’d really love that. It made me teary. Recalling childhood memories with him. He helped raise three girls, no boys, so I really appreciate that he ensured we didn’t grow up to be princesses. Anything boys can do, girls can do better, was his motto. Heck ya.
As far as the prompt goes, I still use some of the cutlery my maternal grandparents received as a wedding gift when they got married in 1938.
After they both passed away I was gifted this huge wooden box and in it contained beautiful silverware, also some extras like pickle forks and nutcrackers.
It sat in my china cabinet for forever until a few years ago I decided, lets wash this up and actually use it for Christmas dinner. We did, and some of it never made it back into the wooden box and is used everyday by our family.
I feel blessed to have this piece of history in my kitchen and it feels a little extra when I’m spreading peanut butter on my toast with it. 1938.
My grandparents got married before my Grampa was sent overseas and they didn’t see each other for 3 years. Hard to believe.
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