I have a collection of definitely-not-silver spoons which all started when I had a cough, on holiday in Barmouth, aged 2. Cough mixture was purchased, then they needed a spoon and so bought a Barmouth souvenir spoon. At home it was used to stir my hot chocolate. The next year I wanted a Falmouth spoon, and so it went on. Relatives brought them back as holiday presents, or sent them at Christmas. Not many people went abroad then, but my godmother gave me a very nice Pompeii spoon, and a cousin sent one from Cyprus when she was in the WAAF. I think there are about 30-35 tucked away in a drawer. I must dig them out.