The Old Broken Fork


Once upon a time, my husband’s grandmother was a young woman who was engaged to be married.  (It’s hard to think of her as that young woman in her early twenties.  She was old as long as I knew her.) Her fiance’s aunt and uncle took her shopping for a wedding present, determined to buy flatware for the young couple.

Grandma had a definite picture in her mind of what she wanted on her table


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