Pig And Penknife

Day 108: How my maternal grandfather's brown and gold ceramic piggybank has survived all these years is anyone's guess. I often played with it when I was a child, my mother trusting me to refrain from damaging the slot as I extracted coins from it with a pair of tweezers. No cork in this fellow's tummy! He was meant for serious savers because who would have wanted to smash him with a hammer for the sake of a few dollars in change?

When my mother passed away several years ago, Grandpa's gold-handled penknife came into my possession, its blades firmly rusted in place. I was glad to discover that repeated treatments with good old WD-40 freed the hinges.