Here is a little item that I picked up at an antique store a couple of years ago. I don't know which teacher I had in grade school that had one, but I do remember it and I feel nostalgia when I look at my little bell. I love the fact that it is a bright and cheerful orange, but that it has wear on it so it was used in some school, and quite often I suspect. Now, I am the first to admit that I don't like to cook and don't even do it very often. Last week I only cooked dinner twice. Wayne cooks on Sunday, we eat leftovers on Monday, I cook on Tuesday, Wayne whips something up on Wednesday if he's in the mood, I usually cook on Thursday and then we eat out on Friday, and Saturday. However..........when I do cook, I use the bell as a " soup's on" signal. Instead of calling Wayne to dinner, I just ring the bell several times. I actually like the feeling of power that a simple bell can bring. I wonder if angels get their wings every time I ring it?