We temporarily return to the present time period for a tribute to a kitchen table.
I mentioned I wasn’t particularly sentimental about our tv. But I’m painfully sentimental about this kitchen table. I’ve eaten meals at this kitchen table for my entire life. This table has been witness two a family of four, then five, six, seven and eight. (Yes, it only seats six, the little boys had to eat at the counter.)
I imagine this table saw Hall family debates, family meals, much laughter, dozens of birthday parties, and I know for a fact that tears were shed over this table. Tears about slimy broccoli. Homework was done at this table, sewing done at this table. Letters written, letters read. Books and newspapers read. Thousands of mugs of ice cream. Delicious meals were eaten, not so delicious meals were reluctantly eaten. Countless bowls of cereal were consumed at this table. Siblings argued at this table, parents paid bills at this table. Imporant decisions were no doubt discussed at this table. Games played at this table. Oh the games played at this table! The alphabet was carved into this table, along with the romantic tribute “Mom + Dad” in a heart.
Then this table once again belonged to a family of two. Then three, four, five and now six. More of everything mentioned above was done at this table. Children spent hours at this table eating and avoiding eating. Little people climbed on this table to retrieve fruit with little hands. Painting and crafting have been done at this table. A chair, that currently resides in Nebraska, is missing from this table.
We ate our last meal at this table on Sunday. I didn’t cry. But I still want to.
Hopefully my dear table will find renewed functionality meeting the needs of a new family.
So long kitchen table.
Does anyone need a kitchen table? Free to a good home.