This is a classic case of finding another use for something that has become practically obsolete. Herm found this antique spittoon or cuspidor – a receptacle for the saliva created from chewing tobacco – in Dad’s basement. I don’t know where or when Dad got it, and he can’t recall.
Thinking that I would like it, Herman brought it upstairs. I washed it thoroughly, and I do mean thoroughly, and plopped my kitchen utensils in it. It served me well while we lived with Dad. I love that wonderful, mellow, ocher color.
When we moved back home, I asked Dad if I could keep it and he said, “Sure.” As you can see, now it holds my pens, pencils, scissors, markers and even a small screwdriver and a magnifying glass – a far better use for it than its original purpose.