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Sunday, November 18, 2012


This post was inspired by my little sis.  She just built a kitchen table of her dreams, a long, sturdy table, ready to hold up 6 sets of little elbows.  It made me stop to think of how important the kitchen table is.  It stands ready and waiting for after school snack crumbs to be scattered across it's surface,  it's legs kicked by muddy shoes, and forks stabbed into it's grainy top.
Meals shared with family, friends, neighbors, and the occasional lost wanderer.

                                          We have had several kitchen tables over the years.

 Our first table, Grandma Bower's little metal table, sat in the kitchen of an old, old, home we rented when my husband first taught school.  It now resides beside the milk stanchion.

  Our next table and chairs Glen made out of pine boards.  We used an old, second-hand metal outdoor dinning set, we repainted it and replaced the top of the table and the back and bottom of the chairs with pine boards to match the kitchen counters and cupboards he custom built for the kitchen ......... that he had to replace when he came home from work and discovered I had torn them all out and put in a heap on the front lawn.........well, they were ugly fiberboard, old second hand trailer house cupboard that had been put in a house we had just purchased.  It took several years for him to get the cupboards built, but they were beautiful when he got them finished............wish I had a picture of them.
Here's an old barn door we used for a coffee table for many years.
It sat on 12 inch cedar logs we brought in from the wood pile.
Jeramie, my oldest, had lot's of tea parties at this table
 Sassy, the cat, always enjoyed them
and the stroller rides after tea
honestly, this cat would sit in the stroller for hours
here is our table we had in Nevada
an old, old antique
wide- wood, hand- hewn, planked
that I painted bright blue
I let the kids pick out their favorite colors to paint their chairs
red, yellow, blue, green

cute little Meadow is now married
and mentioned to me the other day that isn't is funny that
the style now-days is old, painted, distressed, furniture
and back then is was just necessity for us to
make old second-hand items look great
with a new coat of paint.......
well, I did remind her I also fed her home-made goat cheese
and people thought we were NUTS
and now you find it in all the fancy restaurants

The blue table was replaced with this table that had a bench so it could be slid up to the wall.
We had just bought the single wide mobile home and moved it on the farm.   There wasn't much room, but it sure beat living the prior 6 months in a tent with 5 kids, the youngest being 3 weeks old.
The kids drew with markers all over the bottom underneath, I was saddened when we moved yet again and sold this table with the priceless art work underneath.  I have decided that over the holidays we are going to be drawing with markers under the kitchen table in the little red house at the farm......just  because that's what we do at our house.  Oh, we still have the blue table.

This is my favorite table
Glen built this over 40 years ago
we eat all our meals during the summer
outside under the trees
around this table
we reminisce of years gone buy
joys and sorrows
we laugh until our sides hurt
As Thanksgiving is just around the corner, let's all gather around the table, weather it be large or small, fancy and ornate, or held together with baling wire,  and enjoy the good food, the company, and express our gratitude for the blessing of family and a table to gather around.


  1. Thanks Jill, you always appreciate things I don't even think about. I've never thought about my tables that way. Great post :-) Now I'll love my new table even more!

  2. Brings to mind my favorite song of Neil Diamond's: Morningside
    Written by: Neil Diamond

    The old man died
    And no one cried
    They simply turned away
    And when he died
    He left a table made of nails and pride
    And with his hands he carved these words inside
    "For my children"
    Morning light
    Morning bright
    I spent the night
    With dreams that make you weep
    Morning time
    Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
    For I recall the words the old man signed
    "For my children"

    And the legs were shaped with his hands
    And the top made of oaken wood
    And the children sat around this table
    Touched with their laughter
    Ah, and that was good

    An old man died
    And no one cried
    He surely died alone
    And truth is sad
    For not a child would claim the gift he had
    The words he carved became his epitaph
    "For my children"