This week's corner view's topic is tables.
We were to feature a table or tables that had special meaning for us.
I chose three.
The first one came with this house.
We bought this 1915 Craftsman from ninety-some-year-old Mrs. Smith.
(Smith is truly her name).
She was willing to sell some of her furniture with the house
and as Mike would still need ours in Cincinnati,
I would need to get some for this little house.
For some reason, I 'fell' for this table.
It needs refinished--the varnish is messed up in places.
But it is a drop leaf that pulls out to seat 4 comfortably and 6 a little cramped.
However, it has two extensions that makes it possible to have 6 adults and 5 children
around it and room for possibly two more--
we put it to the test at Christmastime.
This is looking into the living room.
Scruffy decided she wanted to be in on the action.
I'm standing between the two rooms and looking toward the French doors
that open onto a porch.
I really like the legs and it's easy to extend them--they just pull outward.
Next is the kitchen 'pub' table.
We needed more counter space and also a place to perch.
It took me a year before I found this.
It actually opens up into an oval shape,
but our kitchen is too small for that.
We rarely eat here, but it makes a great place to make sandwiches
and all sorts of other foods.
This is also where granddaughter Peyton sits and cuts up veggies
This too is a drop-leaf..
Last is the table my father made many, many years ago.
He made it as a school project and was quite proud of it.
It was always in a main hallway in each of my parents' homes.
At some point, also many years ago, I asked if I could have it
when the time came to split up such items among us three kids.
(My parents encouraged us to tell them what we wanted most).
This table not just represents Dad,
but also the home Mom and Dad made for us.
Mom was good at turning a parsonage into a home.
She was able to personalize each room, so that the minister's family
before us faded and the home represented us.
Part of that personalization was this table.
I cherish it.
It resides on my side of the bed and has some of my most precious books
on the shelf under the table part.
The shelf is a v-shape so that books nestle in there
with their spines visible and their titles easily read.
I would say this is the one piece of furniture that I would not want to part with.
It is not monetarily valuable,
but to me,
it is priceless.
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go to Francesca's.