
This is a Twin Star pierced spoon. Isn't that lovely to say? Isn't it a beautiful spoon? As a child I imagined stardust and fairytales pouring off of it. I have loved this spoon most of my life.
It is part of the silverware I grew up using. The first place settings were slowly collected during a crime spree carried out by my mom and her mother (Grandma got a kick out of the scheme). During Mom's last years in high school, about once a month, they would go to a local diner for a cup of coffee. The restaurant served up orders with a mishmash collection of utensils. If there was a piece of Twin Star at their table (or on one within reach), a single piece would be taken to add to Mom's hope chest.
By the time she and Dad got married there were a couple of place settings worth. The set was filled out over time with Betty Crocker box-top coupon points that Mom collected and mailed in for the missing pieces, including the magical serving spoon.
Sometime during my high school years, Mom had saved up more points and ordered a whole new set of silverware. It was not Twin Star. I was not happy. The Twin Star set was moved out to the motorhome to be used for camping trips. A few years later, when Dad left, he took the motorhome, cast iron skillet (that's another story), and the Twin Star with him.
While over at Dad's house a couple of years later, I spied the serving spoon, and began plotting how to get it (I am my mother's daughter). While I didn't have to resort to thievery, it did require spending time alone with him (in a post-bar state), listening to unwanted advice and comments about me and my life, but I left with the spoon.
I love this spoon.