When I was a little girl my Mother taught me how to set the table. Every evening the chatter went on in my head, "Fork on the left, knife on the right, blade facing towards the plate, soup spoon by the knife…"
It was the sing-song that guided the silverware to the proper places. The small task of setting the table for my family was a simple pleasure I enjoyed. Occasionally I would accidentally drop one of the pieces on the floor. The cling-clinging sound always followed with my Mother saying, "Oh company is coming! I wonder who it will be? If you dropped a teaspoon a child will come to visit. If you dropped a knife a man will be your guest, and if you dropped a fork a woman will surely drop-in!" That set my heart smiling I loved company! Many times I was tempted to drop every piece!
Photo: 19th century antique French silverware, forks, knives, teaspoons…plus soup spoons, cheese knife, coffee spoon, dessert fork…I wonder what guest they represent!
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