All the spoons
I’m headed to Ponchatoula again this weekend to go through Maw Maw’s house with my family. It’ll be a weekend full of sorting, organizing and cleaning… activities that I am drawn to because they come naturally for me. I’ll also be deciding what I want of Maw Maw’s belongings.
One thing that I have made abunduntly clear from the very beginning is that I wanted Maw Maw’s spoon collection. I needed it, badly, and during the weekend of the funeral, I directed most of my focus to finding it. My uncle Dickie and I did locate it after lots of digging, and now, the collection sits in a bag on my studio desk, just begging for me to do something creative.
There are 59 in all… each one different. They come from Dickie’s vacation spots: Aspen, Texas, Jamaica, Memphis… He’d bring her one back after arriving home from his trip. They are rusty and tarnished now, but the memory of her collection hanging on the wall is still quite vivid in my mind.
I’m not sure why I wanted them immediately. Actually, I know why, really, but it’s too hard to admit. It’s more than Maw Maw’s “stuff”… it’s about my relationship with her, about Maw Maw and Dickie, about me and my dad and the rest of my family.
I need to do something with these spoons. On the practical side of things, I know nothing about metal: bending, welding and melting are too foreign for me to attempt. The spoons have designs on both ends, and they are no more than four inches long (many are shorter).
Any ideas would be greatly appreciated. For now, they’ll stay in the bag until the right time comes.