A shoe horn. An object unknown to youngsters.

 

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It's resting on my desk for a photo' op, but for many years its' home was on my hall table, underneath which is a shoe rack.  Then the shoehorn went Awol

I found it today in, of  all places, the cutlery/silverware in the dining room

What? 

Dear friends please remember that the daughter and mother who clean my home are not only cleaners but also obsessive tidiers.  

They tidy so much that articles go AWOL. 

In this case a silvery object clearly had no place on the hall table.

In this case a silvery shoe horn clearly belonged with other shiny silvery objects.  In the cutlery drawer of course!


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