This is my dining room table. This is not how it usually looks. It is usually piled high with mail, groceries, something I placed there that needs to go some where else, a chain saw that needs sharpened, etc. Early in life I learned that the table was the hub of the home, the one place the family gathered every day. We ate all our meals there. We did our home work there. Some times we just sat there and talked, or listened. The one in Nickerson had a kerosene (might have been coal oil) lamp in the center. (A lamp went in the center of the table as opposed to a lantern which hung on a nail by the back door and was used to light our way to the outhouse. ) We could set there and do our homework and watch momma iron.
This was taken back in July of 2013 ( read that blog here ) when I had a cook out for the British Motorcycle club that Sherman had helped start in 1986. It was the one year anniversary of his passing and he has now been gone two years. Miss you, Sherman! But I digress.
This is a lunch I threw together for Sister Nancy, Sister Barbara, Faye Gallegos, Maxine Hale, and Nancy Williams, just because they are friends with a lot in common. Read that blog here. And a good time was had by all. Take a look under the table and tell me what you see. Oh, Elvira!
See her! Isn't she cute?
If this table could talk! In my mind I see Kenny reading the paper. He always sat with his back to the door. I remember when we first moved to this house back in 1982. We were not married at the time and we had a Formica table and a puppy named Chili Dog. Chili ate the rung off one of the chairs which made things pretty tacky. A year after we moved in we eloped. It was -15 degrees and two days before Christmas. When we arrived home after the ceremony which was held in a senior citizen high rise in Canon with 2 witnesses we did not know, we found a bottle of cheap wine on the table. Thanks, Gene Baugh!
Back on track here. The first purchase we made when money was available was this table. We wanted an oak table with claw feet so that is what we bought. We bought chairs that were oak and finished them to match the table. If this table could talk! It is definitely the center of my world. It saw the kids all raised and gone and it saw grand kids and great grand kids come to visit and one get adopted! He holds the past, the present, and the future, just like the one back home when I was a kid. In my mind this table is my life in a nutshell.
It is always a shock to me when I go into some one's home and they do not have a table. I remember the first time I went into one of my kids homes and there was not a table.
"Where do you eat?"
"We set on the couch."
And it goes without saying, "We watch television and have no idea what we ate."
I often wonder how one carries on a meaningful conversation while the television is blaring and one is balancing a plate on their knees. I think all of my kids now have tables and chairs. They also have the mate that came with the table!
I do not remember if the table of my childhood had matching chairs. I don't think so. I do know we were not allowed to tip the chair back. That was just a no-no from forever. Grandma had a claw foot oak table. Some times I just set and think back how simple life was in those days. We always had "Sunday Dinner". It was a chisled in stone thing. We would have pot roast or fried chicken. Sometimes Jake shot a bunny and that was special. The rest of the week we pretty well foraged, but Sunday Dinner and the claw footed oak table were things we could put money on as lasting forever.
I do not know where my childhood table ended its term of service, nor do I have any idea where mine will go when I no longer have use for it. I am hoping that one of the kids will want it because it brings back the memories that mine brings back. And I hope wherever it goes, that it keeps the cigarette burn on it that my Kenny left for me.
