I do not know how old the spoon is, but very likely seventy-five years, and possibly more. I don't know when my grandmother obtained it, if it was a wedding gift or something passed down to her, or just something she purchased out of necessity, but a necessity it was. In the days before electric mixers most baking was done with the help of a wooden spoon. My mother learned cooking and baking skills by helping her mother, and my sisters and I in turned learned from her... starting when we were very small with simple tasks like sifting flour and helping to stir it into the batter with the wooden spoon. This spoon has been used and washed hundred and hundreds of times; it would be fun to have a list of all the things it's helped prepare, my favorite being mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe that is also one of my son's favorites now.
I have other wooden spoons that I use when baking, but they are cheaply made with round dowel handles and shallow bowls; they do not feel the same, and there is not the sense of tradition that came with using my mother's wooden spoon. Hers is too fragile to use now, too precious to risk it splitting and breaking. I brought it home with me when I returned from my mom's funeral in 1995, and it resides in a place of honor in our china cabinet along with her set of Desert Rose dishes. Long ago it was just an ordinary hard-working wooden spoon but now it is a treasured keepsake that stirs up precious memories in my heart.
This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the theme choices this week are lucky and keepsakeA