I think this stool came with us from Utah. Or if not, we had one in Utah very much like it.

I remember it from a very early age. It turned out that a small person could achieve remarkable sympathetic vibrations in a common knife-sharpener by the simple expedient of setting it (the sharpener) on top of the tall kitchen stool and then dragging or pushing the latter across the linoleum*. I recall being puzzled that Mammy wearied of my scientific investigations so rapidly and so decisively.

Pappy took this picture, and rather a lot of others, in support of vocabulary exercises for his French and Spanish students. He’d flash tachistoscopically through a whole tray of them, so that his charges could respond with the proper words. In those days, this qualified as high-tech language instruction. Pappy always did love his gadgets.