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The Stories It Could Tell

Since my early adulthood, I’ve been a fan of old furniture, preferably oak and pine. As with many things, those old pieces seem to be of better quality than anything you can find in furniture stores these days. And they all have stories, which, sadly, they’re unable to tell us.

In previous posts,  I’ve shared photos and stories of some of the items in our home. A few things have family connections, such as this old table, and, of course, those are the most treasured.

There’s a wonderful little vintage shop in our town, and a couple of weeks ago, I stopped in for a visit. I was smitten with an adorable desk. ( Motor Man bought it for me…. oh, shall we say for…. Saint Patrick’s Day???)

The glass in the mirror is beveled, which is a good sign that the desk is rather old. The next picture shows the center space below the mirror.  The “My Trip book was the subject of this blog post.  The story about that little book is worth reading (or re-reading).  The glasses belonged to my dad, who passed away when I was an infant.

That center section folds out to provide a writing surface.

And, apparently at some time in the past, there was a little ink mishap…or two. Just imagine all the handwritten letters that may have been penned on this surface in years past.

The doors in the bottom section open up to reveal an interesting little storage area.  The wooden box isn’t part of the desk, but seems to fit well there.

Whenever we acquire an old piece of furniture, I can’t help but wonder about the folks who owned and loved it in the past.

If only we knew the stories this old desk could tell.

~These Days Of Mine~


Uncle Bennie’s Desk

After my cousin, Lona, passed away last year, her brother, Robert, was faced with the task of emptying the home their late parents lived in for over fifty years.

He asked if there were anything in the house I would like to have, and I mentioned a couple of things, one being an old desk.  Robert lives out of state, and has had no reason to hurry the cleaning-out process, but he called last weekend to say we could come pick up the desk.

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I remember it being in the same location at my Uncle Bennie and Aunt Doris’s home since I was a child. Robert didn’t know any history on the desk before his parents came to own it.  Although I had every intention of taking a picture of it before we moved it, that slipped my mind. These photos were taken of it in its new home with us.

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Just look at the “lid”; that beautiful patina on those old, old boards.

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And the interior, with all those cubbies. I’d love to know where it was originally used.

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I knew there had always been a second, nearly identical, but newer, desk in another room at Uncle Bennie’s, but I didn’t know the story, until Robert recently told me.

Uncle Bennie and Aunt Doris had two children: Lona and Robert. Uncle Bennie, years ago, said that when he passed on, he didn’t want their two children arguing over the old desk. So he made an identical one.  Of course, then the two siblings both wanted THAT desk, since it was made by their dad.

The desk made by Uncle Benn

The desk made by Uncle Bennie still in place at his home

When Lona passed away, that, of course, left both desks to Robert. Since he preferred the newer desk, he was glad for me to have the old one….with one stipulation:

I also became the owner of this sweet old ceramic puppy vase/planter.

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Robert never recalled that planter being anywhere else but atop the desk, and, although he certainly didn’t mean that I had to display it there, I have no intention of separating the two.

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Old things, especially those with family ties, have always meant more to me than new ones. The old desk and planter will always be reminders to me of Lona and her family. I’m happy we’re able to give them a new home.

 ~These Days Of Mine~