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Thursday, October 28, 2010


 1969 After several years of using hand me down furniture we were finally able to purchase a house full of brand new. We had just moved into a wonderful BIG  house in the country. The solid maple table and hutch were beautiful and without a scratch. The wood was about two inches thick. As you can see I kept a cover on it to protect it. I can't begin to tell you how many meals I set on this table but I can tell you that for me there is no feeling quite as rewarding as filling the dining table with all the foods your family love and seeing them all sitting together. In the above photo we were celebrating my husband's 35th birthday. He had his own business and was prospering beautifully. Left to right are Kathy, Cyndi, Jerry holding baby Shawn who was about six weeks old, Michael and Patty.
 1969 Dining tables are good for many things. Here big brother Michael who was eight and a half years old, is loving his new baby brother whose baby seat is secure on the maple table.  Have you ever seen such love in a little boy's face?
 1970 A year later, Michael is in Scouts and entered a cake making contest. His dad and I both helped. Doesn't he look proud. And that wonderful Maple table didn't jiggle at all. Just set there strong and proud to be holding Michael's train cake. Mikey looks proud too don't you think?

  1972 My Beautiful Patty's sweet sixteen. I made her cake, one I had seen as a little girl in one of my mother's magazines. I saved the picture for years and still have it although it's a little ragged around the edges. I thought it was the most beautiful cake I had ever seen and wished I could have it but Mom worked and didn't have time for such things. I didn't realize it until I enlarged the picture today in photo shop that the smoke from the candles is visible on Patty's right shoulder.
Our dear Maple table loved Birthday Parties!

 1973 Here's Kathy's sweet sixteen. I was learning to make wedding cakes and used her birthday cake for practice. She doesn't look too sure about it. At least it didn't tip over. LOL!!
 1997 Another Birthday, this time my mother who celebrated her 78th. We just put one candle on her cake. I know she didn't have enough lung capacity to blow out 78!

 2001 Christmastime. My girls all came for supper then we went to Bellingham's famous Mt. Baker Theater and heard the three tenors perform. A wonderful fun evening leaving me with some happy memories. This picture was taken before we remodeled the house. It's all different now.
My Maple table was happy with family all sitting around her again. So was I.

 2009 An after Easter gathering brought family together once again for fellowship and Holy Communion. My dear table managed to hold up although the years had taken a toll and she wobbled  some when anyone bumped her. Sort of like me.
2010 This summer I decided it was time to put her to rest and advertised her for free on Cragslist .
A kind gentleman called to inquire about her and came to look her over.
She sat tiredly on the front deck, her top partly sanded and scars of her past still etched, some deeply. I remembered my Michael's secret carving in the side when he was overwhelmed with affection for his special sister, 'I love Kathy.' I saw the deep gouge on the top which I accidentally made when dragging my sewing machine across her. I didn't realize the machine had a sharp thing under it. I saw the dents where my youngest tapped too hard with his toy hammer and the tiny holes from the stapler that went through the paper too far when the kids made Halloween decorations. Each mark a memory, a time and place in a mother's life and heart. So much to let go, but I did. The gentleman told me he made toys for children and would use the wood from table for that. Suddenly I couldn't think of anything better for her. I told him about the precious memories my family had around that table and about my oldest son and the message he carved into her and how he loved cars and that his life was taken when he was only 30 years old. 
He took my maple table with him. I felt ok with her leaving.
The Gentleman came a few days ago, and brought me this.

On the spare tire cover in back he carved my son's name.



Blogger Granny Annie said...

What a wonderful story. I am crying. Who says there aren't good people anymore? We just don't talk enough about them. Thanks for sharing these great table tales.

Blogger Nezzy said...

Great story and wonderful pictures girl!!! Yep, all we have to do is take off the blinders and see the good in people. They are out there, we're just to darn busy to notice 'em!

God bless ya and have a fantastic weekend sweetie!!!

Anonymous Anne said...

Awww Aunt Bev, what a tear jerker! What a wonderful, emotional, sweet post!

Love You

Anonymous Teresa a.k.a. Pokey said...

Sniffle sniffle. What a beautiful story.

Blogger Where the Green Grass Grows said...

Thank you so much for the comment on my blog:) I love taking pictures!! I love your blog and will add it to my blogroll as well:)Have a great weekend!!

Blogger Pam said...

This makes me want to pull out some of my old family pictures to post. I sure remember those big wooden forks and spoons in so many people's dining rooms! lol

Blogger Merle said...

Dear Bev ~~ Great post about your wonderful maple table, and I am glad the man who bought it gave you the little carving. He will make good use of the timber. Your photos were great Bev - so many memories there.
Thank you so much for your kid comments and it was a sad but beautiful day at Anne's funeral. My brother made a speech as did her 2 daughters and of course her husband. Peter left next morning, and I was meant to go to another
funeral, but just couldn't make it.
My son John went,so I felt better
about that. Take care, my friend.
Love, Merle.

Blogger Kerri said...

What a wonderful story, and such a beautiful ending for your treasured table. That gentleman has the true spirit of kindness....and so do you, dear Bev.
Your story brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing it and the lovely photos.


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