Last night, I spent about an hour going through family photos in order to find a picture of...a table.
I came close dozens of times, but for all the decades--six--this particular table has been in our family, it has managed to elude my camera pretty well.
In the 60s, counter space was at a premium in my parents' little ranch home. One day, my father brought home a counter height butcher block table for my mom. Brand new, he spent all of $5 on it.
In May of 1969, our family moved across town, and that table was cut down and used in our family room, first in that house and then in our Naperville house. Purpose served from 1969 to 2001, family room end table. In all the years our dog Schnapps was around, he hid under it during every thunderstorm and 4th of July. In 1988 though, my car loving boy took over that table, and while it still held a lamp and magazines, it also became his "carsandtrucks" table. He played on it for hours a day.
Needing some big clamps, We took it to our friend Walt's house, put it up on his workshop bench and saw much more damage and some flaws we'd missed. Since it now belongs to Mac, he has opted to shed its mismatched and falling apart legs and frame.
|Leg--a mystery wood when compared with the top.|
As I composed this post, I was reminded of Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree. This table has served us--from my mom through Mac--well, and it remains important, even in its yet to be repurposed form. Mac might not like the expression of this, but it is my hope another child races cars across it. In time.
January 8, 2013
Mac leaves to return to Baton Rouge, a real move, this Saturday. He will be taking the table with him. Walt, worked with him a lot, and Mac learned a bit, but they ran out of time to stain it. I know July to January should have been rife with opportunities, but they had totally conflicting schedules until the past week.
Here's the almost finished product:
I like that he's taking some long time home with him. You know?