I know why antique furniture goes away. I have a tall table that is an antique. It is the type of table that might be placed on the backside of a couch, an entry way hallway, hidden in a spare bedroom, or in a music room. This is an antique table that I got from my Grandma. Dot. Her name was Dorothy Cowhick and somehow I got this table. Don't know how or why but it has been around for along time. It has somehow made it through it's share of upsizing, downsizing, divorce, remarriage, and it is still around. Amazing!
I remember when I first got it that it wasn't in the best of shape. I sanded it down, and stained and finished it. If I had to guess I would guess it might of been in the late seventies or the early eighties. I don't remember where it was all of those years. Maybe my Mom had it for a while. It was one of the few pieces of furniture that survived my divorce. It also survived when I got remarried. Mary Ann was not impressed with my (early) American garage sale furniture. She was even less impressed with the artwork that I had on the walls. She made fun of my art but to my credit it was the hottest selling stuff at the garage sale. This might have had more to do with pricing than quality.
The antique table was getting removed from upstairs. It needed a new home. The last option for it was my music room. Did it really go with my music room? So I set it up and placed a guitar that I refinished to make look old on it. I placed a JESUS sign that I got from my Mom when she passed away. That sign was on a shelf in her home for years. I need that JESUS sign to remind me to keep my focus on him and his will for my life.
It was still missing something. One day when I was writing a song I placed a cup of coffee on the table. It was perfect. I loved drinking coffee with my Mom. It was something we loved to do together. Drink coffee and talk. Don't forget to add in some hazelnut creamer.
I have a lot of good memories when I look at the table. Jesus and all he has done for me. Remembering this sign on Mom's wall, drinking coffee with my Mom, memories of my Grandma and her table, and a guitar. I love playing guitar. It is one of the most enjoyable small pleasures in life. To be able to sit down and pick or strum a guitar. A lot of good memories are shared in this picture.