It happened right there in the bakery dept.

This past Friday I ran into the grocery store to pick up a few items for the weekend.

I started in the bakery dept. for some fresh sandwhich bread, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.
She was at least 15 feet away, but I recognized her.
My Grandma.
Ok, it wasn’t exactly her, but from the side and if I squinted a tad bit it looked just like her. Seeing dead family members is not that weird for me. *Especially at Publix.
The weirdest thing….is that immediately after seeing her, I could smell her. 
Her smell.
I couldn’t tell you what her smell is, but I recognized it at once. My Grandma’s smell, not the lady shopping in the bakery dept. who was faking her way into my heart.

Right there in the grocery store, I had a visit from Grandma. My heart was fluttering, I had a smile plastered on my face; warm memories flooded my brain. The feeling lasted about 32 seconds, but it was a wonderful 32 seconds.

Dad, Suz, G’ma~~~nineteen seventy something.

*I’ve run into my Dad’s look alike in Publix before. He might have found me to be a bit weird since I stared at him for as long as I possibly could without being issued a restraining order.

Fighting over the silver.

When my brother and I were kids, we fought over silverware. I’m talking, tripping, wedgie giving, knock down, drag outs.
{Times were tough back in the 70’s.}
Well, really we fought over one spoon in particular.

The Golf Spoon.
I don’t really know the intended use for this type of spoon…but it looks like a golf club.

The golf spoon was located at Grandma’s house, so it was super duper special and she only had ONE…and it certainly would not work out for a ‘lefty’.

In the mornings at G’ma’s house, Mark and I would race to shout out GOLF SPOON to use with our cereal. 
In the evenings, when G’ma would spoil us with a huge bowl of ice cream, we would shout GOLF SPOON!
It was our version of ‘shot gun’.

Everything tasted better with the golf spoon.

My Grandma also had grapefruit spoons. Sadly, we never fought over those..for she had more than one. And frankly, they were a little sharp for my taste.

About 12 years ago G’ma transferred to me the golf spoon, with all of it’s magical powers.
I was in silverware heaven.
I told the girls our golf spoon story…and they tried to reenact my childhood by shouting “golf spoon” in the mornings too…(minus wedgies and tripping) but it fizzled out shortly afterwards.

My kids are not diehard with the silverware like Mark and I were.  {Spoiled sissies with many silverware options}

Their favorite piece of silverware in our house?

The pickle fork. {And we have more than one}

Which is hardly ever used for actual pickles…it makes a great fork for applesauce and crushed ice….they are so weird. 

Do you have any special coveted silverware?