Call it psychometry, divining information about people or events associated with an object solely by touching it, or a fertile imagination with seeds having been planted by Grandmama’s stories in my youth, I may never know. Whichever it was, there was power in the spoons that transcended time and space, and seem
ed to contain a pent up energy straight from Alice and Phoebe to me. I knew I was meant to be a conduit, a channel, in order to write Sunday Cosmopolitans and chronicle their notable lives, linking the untold historic significance of their brave and inspiring friends, along with their deeds, lest all be lost and forgotten in the flickering speck of time within the chasm of the mid-1800’s.