We are really pleased with our table purchase yesterday, and I find myself thinking about the stories it could tell.
The design and quality would suggest it’s about fifty years old, MOH would know for sure as he’s into tables.
I could imagine it surrounded by family or friends at Christmas, laden down with traditional goodies amidst excited chatter, or tucked into a corner for a birthday party buffet, candled cake taking centre stage.
I also envisage kids of all ages covering it with newspaper to paint, just as I did all those years ago, though our table wasn’t a drop leaf, but had sliding extensions at both ends.
Who knows, maybe it was even a makeshift table tennis ‘pitch’, ping pong balls being pounded across the net in a frenzy by competitive children.
Being so sturdy and strong, I bet it was even used to reach high places, and I can also see it in Grannie’s front parlour draped in a white lacy cloth to protect it from the dust, with a blue glass fruit bowl on the top.
Funny how the mind works when we see old things.