Monday, February 20, 2006
I am pretty much in a funk today and it is all because of the table. Back in the late 80’s I went to an estate sale and bought the table. It was in our first home and when we moved it to this house it fit perfectly. I have always loved my table. It is over 8 ft long and could fit a boat load of people at it. When the kids were small I got rid of the chairs and put benches beside it. It made it easier for them to sit and do schoolwork, etc. The table has seen our kids through christenings, birthday parties, holidays, friends over, graduation, and our Sunday dinners together. I have always felt that the one piece of furniture that I could never part with would be the table. Today the table is gone. My dining room is empty except for the built in bookshelves and fireplace. Along with the table went the church pew and the antique ice freezer. All this in the name of marriage. My husband is not a lover of antiques. Slowly over the years I filled the house with them. Last year he asked if he could do one room over and I agreed. He did our living room. Out went the sofa with large comfy cushions and in came the big leather sofas. Out went the quilts hanging on the walls and in came the large artwork. Out went the big braided rug and in came the modern rug. Out went the primitive pie safe that held our tv and in came the modern cabinet. I have adjusted even if it isn’t comfortable. I thought that would make him happy. But that wasn’t enough. Before I knew it he had bartered away my Hoosier cabinet that sat in the kitchen. At this point he seemed satisfied and I relaxed. That is until last week when he decided it was time to redo the dining room. After much discussion, I relented. This time the furniture would have to be something I agreed upon. We went shopping and decisions were made. He actually thought he could just toss my things out and burn them. No way! I took some pictures and he took them into an antique dealer who bought them all on the spot (for more money then I had invested in them). She came to get them yesterday and my house looks so empty. It was just a block of wood, but that block of wood carries the memories of our family for the past 18 years. I will cherish the time I spent with that table, I know that some other family will grab it up and they will start memories of there own. In the meantime I will prepare the room for our new table and know that 18 years down the road this table will have memories of its own.