For decades, I had the same forks, supplemented by forks from my childhood. When I went to LaGrange when my folks were living, I had my favorite utensils and I knew just where to find them in the drawer. Some of them had a history that was passed along to me – like the tiny ice cream spoons they used when you had to make your own. And the iced tea spoons and the forks with engravings.  They were so “always there” they could have been the basis for a universal philosophy.

After living with my grandkids, I have very few forks. Where do they go? I don’t know. I gathered up a platter loaded with knives  and announced that for each knife, there should be at least two forks and two spoons. Some of the sets started out with two teaspoons and a soup spoon for every knife, as well. So what  is happening.

I don’t think this is the first time I have posted about my silverware problem. I think the spoon shortage was the first hint that something was very wrong.

I am not happy about this; how can so much silverware disappear? Who throws silverware away? Well, obviously, it is happening here. I am beginning to feel as if I should take a hint from gulag life and carry a wooden spoon in my boot.