This was my grandfather’s fork when he was a wee li’l boy. He was born in 1910, so this fork is 100 years old, more or less.
Can you imagine giving a child today a fork like this? Look at those tines! He could poke his eye out! From the look of it, he tried to use it to dig to China, which I wouldn’t put past him.
It’s beautiful, though, isn’t it? Here’s the detail at the base:
It says Geo. K. His name was George Kelley Leister. He didn’t remember where he got the fork. I’m extremely happy to have it. It’s on display in my living room, where I can see it every day and think of him.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about something unimportant to an ancestor which is important to your character.
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Debbie D.
February 12, 2015 at 11:26pmIt’s lovely! So nice to have family heirlooms. I have some of my grandmother’s jewellery, father’s army medals and mother’s crystal. All priceless memories. 🙂
Marian Allen
February 13, 2015 at 8:02amThat’s what’s so amazing about this fork: Grandpa’s family was dirt poor, so I can’t imagine who would have given him a silver (or even silver-plated) engraved fork. By the time it turned up, his elders had passed and of course he didn’t know, since he got it when he was little. I’m wondering if he might have been named after the original owner? A lovely puzzle!