A Spoonful of History
Our Canada|June/July 2018

Collecting spoons led to many new adventures

Marilyn Helmer, Belwood, Ont.
A Spoonful of History

I am a born collector. Stamps, coins, shells—you name it and I have probably collected it at one time or another. There is one collection though that stands out among the rest, because it led to new adventures that took me down paths I might never have taken otherwise.

It began in Montreal in 1962. I was window shopping one day when I came upon a newly opened store with the intriguing name of Hideaway Antiques. The owner welcomed me as I came in the door. “Look around,” she encouraged. “Maybe something will catch your eye.”

While examining a tray of silverware, something did indeed catch my eye. It was a spoon unlike any I had seen before. The handle was shaped like a tree branch with a beaver perched on the end and “Montreal” engraved in fancy script in the bowl. I examined the spoon, marvelling at the fine detail. That day I purchased my first souvenir spoon. Little did I know that it would lead me in directions beyond any I could have possibly imagined.

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