Day 17 – The New Zealand Stamp Spoon


This is a new addition to the collection from my friends Trish and Brian. At the top of the spoon is a replica of the first stamp issued in 1985 for New Zealand’s Native Bird series, with an adorable bird called the Kokako on it.  

There are two species of this bird: the North Island and the South Island variety. Don’t get too attached to the South Island Kokako though, because scientists are pretty sure it’s extinct.

And yes, that means this spoon is probably haunted.

Day 16 – The Nashville Spoon

I asked my daughter what state I should feature today and she suggested Tennessee. I only have three spoons from the Volunteer State, so I was sort of surprised when it was the second spoon I grabbed out of the pile.

This one features two poorly painted, but happy looking musicians on top of a platform that says “Nashville.” The bowl reads “Music City, USA.” The maker’s mark on the back is “W.A.P.W. Gt. Britain,” which is the Walter Archibald Parker Watson Company, a huge supplier of souvenir items for the better part of the 20th century.

Day 15 – The Ugly Boston Spoon

Today, January 15, 2017, marks the 98th anniversary of the Great Molasses Flood in Boston, Massachusetts. 21 people were killed and many injured when a tank containing 2.5 million gallons of crude molasses broken open and sent a “tidal wave of death and destruction stalking through the North End,” as The Boston Globe reported at the time. 

Newspaper articles about the incident put the height of the wave at anywhere from 8 to 40 feet tall and the surge was clocked at an estimated 35 miles per hour. On hot summer days, local residents will swear to you that they can still smell molasses.

Great Molasses Flood, Boston, 1909
The aftermath of the Great Molasses Flood of 1909

I’ve already posted a picture of my really nice looking Boston spoon, so this crappy spoon made out of god-knows-what will have to do. 

It’s like the manufacturer said “Hey, what’s Boston known for?” and people in the office just threw out ideas until they landed on this hideous amalgamation of Paul Revere and the U.S.S. Constitution.

They can’t all be winners.