Mother’s Table

Daddy and Granddaddy made this table. The photo is not very plain (I will try again but not today) This table represents so much…every meal we sat here as a family and ate;  on Sundays when the preacher came to dinner (not lunch) he always sat at the head of the table; during the school year, after the dishes were cleared and put away, the four of us would do our homework by lamplight. So many memories of a rural, country family who worked together and played together, disagreed and learned that misbehavior would bring on a good switching with a nice little branch that left little stripes…did we think that we were abused? No…we knew we needed to mend our ways.

My son made the plates (which you really cannot see) in grammar school. The bentwood chairs, my dad and I stripped the paint off and stained them one summer.The blue chair, I picked up from beside the road and painted.

The rest is just stuff picked up here and there. Obviously, I like snowmen.

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