Day 20 – The Trees of Mystery Fork

Oh, sorry, were you expecting a spoon? Well, today you get a fork.

But hey, it’s the best fork. It’s from The Trees of Mystery in California. This fork absolutely has the potential to make America great again.

I know, I know. You say you didn’t want a fork; you wanted a spoon. Get used to disappointment. If it makes you feel any better, this used to be part of a set: a fork AND a spoon. I don’t know what happened to the spoon. Maybe the Russians took it? Maybe ask the GOP if they used it to dismantle the ACA? Sad.

I dunno. I’ll get back to posting spoons tomorrow when I’m done protesting.

Day 13 – The Billie Possum Spoon

In 1908, William Howard Taft beat out William Jennings Bryan to become the 27th President of the United States. At the time, the popularity of the stuffed bear named “Teddy” after Taft’s predecessor, Theodore Roosevelt, was helping mass toy manufacturing become a huge new market.

Despite the bear’s success, experts thought that the clamor for Teddy would die out when Roosevelt left office. Toy manufacturers, naturally, looked to the next president (Taft) for its replacement.

Enter Billie Possum.

Billie was born, oddly enough, at a banquet for president-elect Taft in Atlanta in January 1909. Taft requested that the main course of the banquet be “taters and possum.” After he ate the entire 18-pounds of possum (by himself, I assume), he was presented with a small, stuffed replica of the weird little marsupial and was told that this was Billie Possum, the answer to the Teddy Bear.

This spoon, made by R. Wallace and Sons of Wallingford, Connecticut, was one of the many pieces of paraphernalia created in attempt to make Billie Possum a “thing.” Unfortunately, the Billie fad proved to be almost as unpopular as Taft’s presidency and didn’t even last the year.

The bowl of the spoon is engraved with “Riverside,” which I’d like to think is in California, where my grandparents were married at the Mission Inn, but seeing as how there are 17 other towns and cities in the U.S. with that name, the origin of this spoon may be lost to time.

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Day 12 – The Death Valley Spoon

It’s a little hard to read, but this spoon is from Death Valley in California. It has a picture of an adorable little covered wagon, which I’m assuming represents the idiots who tried to cross the desert in the winter of 1849. (Only one of them died.)

Death Valley is home to the Native American Timbisha tribe, formerly known as the Panamint Shoshone, who have inhabited the valley for at least the past millennium.

You know who else is in Death Valley? The ghost of old Joe Simpson, who was hanged by a lynch mob for murdering the town banker. He allegedly wanders what is left of the town Skidoo. Unlike Skidoo, however, this spoon doesn’t appear to be haunted.

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