The Story Behind this Blog

Being from the South, Silver is a very big part of my life. It doesn't have anything to do with wealth. Although those with more money - old money, tend to have more of it. New money tend not to spend their money on Silver. They do not have the appreciation for the warmth of the metal, the beauty of the patina, the story it tells of the generations past who have used it. A true southern girl comes of age when she chooses her silver pattern, long before she chooses her mate. If she is smart, she chooses that of her mother, grandmother, or favorite great aunt who in their benevolence will pass their silver on to her. It is the pieces in those sets, the pieces on our tables, along with the pieces we find in the corners of the displays in antique stores that prompted me to start this blog. They are beautiful, they are odd, but what are they, and what in the hell do you do with them?

Monday, January 4, 2010

Toast Serving Fork

Once again the Victorians' germaphobe tendencies came out with this piece. They were concerned about someone "touching" their toast or rolls when being served. The answer - a silver Toast Serving Fork. One would use this to "stab" his bread from the basket then place it on his plate. (According to Amy Vanderbilt it is proper to eat your bread with your fingers, so I guess they just had to deal with that conundrum.)

 Revere by International (7 3/8 inches)





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