Tables Turn
Although I often write about technology, I do often use this blog to discuss personal experiences. If you are looking for technology tips, you will not find any in this blog entry.
During the last few years, my 91-year-old mother has enjoyed passing on her treasures to my two sisters and me. First it was jewelry, then dishes and odds and ends. Now she is moving on to furniture. I am a little worried that she will end up with only a recliner and a TV but she might actually like that.
Yesterday, after a couple of years of planning, my childhood dining room furniture arrived at my house. Now, this is just one piece of the puzzle. My dining room set, the only one my kids ever knew, also had to find a new home.
This entire process pulled at a lot of emotions. My son took our old furniture and I want to say that I was not at all happy about giving it up. We celebrated 39 years of birthdays and holidays at that table. Hours and hours of homework complete with tears and struggle took place at that table. One of our dogs chewed the table legs and even those chew marks ended up being special. I was on vacation when my son picked up the furniture and I think I am glad I was not there for the last goodbye. I will see it again in his house and life will go on.
As I said earlier, my mother’s furniture arrived yesterday. It sure looks a lot bigger in my small dining room than it did in our formal childhood home. How can I explain that it smells like my mother? This furniture is 60 years old and in perfect condition. My mom even sent a stain pen to cover damage. She told me it got a few dings from the vacuum cleaner. Poor furniture, it had better toughen up. My mom worried about vacuum marks and I learned to love dog chew marks.
I was home alone last night and set myself a place at the new table. We have eaten dinner in front of the TV for years, but I set a lovely place and had a lovely quiet dinner. I could imagine my family sitting around the table. My dad, who has been dead for 21 years, was there with my mom and sisters. I was the only one with food.
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