We used to to measure our growth and made little marks of our progress on the side of the door to our pantry.
It got a lot of use during the time we had a fabric store. I loved being able to measure yards of fabric for customers. Always giving them an extra inch or two for good measure.
It was our tool of choice to retrieve what ever rolled under furniture or beds.
It made a great ramp for my little brothers to walk their animals up onto the couch when they pretend played they were going into Noah's ark.
It seemed to get used almost every day.
And then one day I got the brilliant idea to use it to pick up a pile of rugs that were waiting to be taken outside and shaken. I poked that yardstick underneath the pile and lifted, and suddenly I was standing there with half of it in my hand and the other half under the rugs.
My parents were disappointed that it broke, and the first opportunity they had they bought a new one. It felt cheap and flimsy, and we all missed our old one.
~~~~~Several weeks before this whole shut down happened I was at a thrift store and saw and old heavy yardstick. I thought about buying it to replace the one I broke all those years ago, but ended up leaving it there. I'm now wishing I would have gone ahead and got it.
I may have to see if it's still there when things open up again.