Being retired, I can now attend some lunchtime talks. Today was about scrimshaw and I took along a pair of whale teeth my father had been given by his foster father who was a friend of his mother. We don’t know the history of the teeth but they might have been handed down from my great great grandfather who was a whaler in the 1870’s and 1880’s.
Very cool tas. Chuck thought so too, as he has a bit of a collection himself.
Nothing as old as these gems though.