The old kitchen table had long since seen better days. Over the years, many meals had been prepared and served on it. There were scratch marks and gouges in the top from various family dinners that had included many turkeys, and hams and other large pieces of meat. Unfortunately not all were cut with the efficiently of a master chef. Most were , shall we say, unceremoniously mangled into bite size portions. Which were served to the various family members attending the event.
The old table had been the scene of many hours of homework. The homework ranged over the years from simple spelling words to world history, and many topics in between. Three generations of children had eaten and done homework on the table over the years. Oh the games that it had seen. From Go fish, to Yahtzee, and on more then few occasions poker, bridge, gin, and many board games. Stories had been related over the meals and games, memories had been made, first dates, last dates, fights, making up, and one more then a few Christmas secrets had been told across the table.
Today , it sat in he garage, in the far back corner, waiting to be first used as a work bench, and probably as is the usual manner of course, to be piled high with junk, no one knows what to do with, or wants to get rid of.
Eventually, it will be rediscovered under a pile of stuff that should have been tossed decades ago. The new owners will oh and ah over it. Marvel at the quality workmanship, and the fine quality of the wood. The scratches and gouges and various stains in the top, will be noted. There will be a discussion of weather to leave the table as is, or have it refinished. It will be decided that the table should stay the way it is. So the table will be moved back into the house, placed back in the kitchen, and used again for another several generations of the new family. The old table would be a rabble rouser if it could talk. The family history the old kitchen table has seen and will see with the new family would be enough to fill several books,
The old table had been the scene of many hours of homework. The homework ranged over the years from simple spelling words to world history, and many topics in between. Three generations of children had eaten and done homework on the table over the years. Oh the games that it had seen. From Go fish, to Yahtzee, and on more then few occasions poker, bridge, gin, and many board games. Stories had been related over the meals and games, memories had been made, first dates, last dates, fights, making up, and one more then a few Christmas secrets had been told across the table.
Today , it sat in he garage, in the far back corner, waiting to be first used as a work bench, and probably as is the usual manner of course, to be piled high with junk, no one knows what to do with, or wants to get rid of.
Eventually, it will be rediscovered under a pile of stuff that should have been tossed decades ago. The new owners will oh and ah over it. Marvel at the quality workmanship, and the fine quality of the wood. The scratches and gouges and various stains in the top, will be noted. There will be a discussion of weather to leave the table as is, or have it refinished. It will be decided that the table should stay the way it is. So the table will be moved back into the house, placed back in the kitchen, and used again for another several generations of the new family. The old table would be a rabble rouser if it could talk. The family history the old kitchen table has seen and will see with the new family would be enough to fill several books,
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